Like a bolt cascading from the sky, my heart blazes a path.
The mess of it all parts way and the butterflies are released into the clouds.
Cotton candy puffs of green.
No fairy dust in the world could compare to how I feel when mind lingers in the thought of you.
To not know your smell or touch makes it simple.
Easy for me to pretend.
To pretend for just one moment, that I could be happy.
I have skeletons that rattle my ribcage, reminding me that this bliss is temporary.
A melancholy notion in disguise.
That part of me will always remain, even through the brightest moments.
I take in breaths each day hoping that my heart will find its way through the nimbus, despite the fact that I know that what we have is scattered in the frigid depths of limbo.
A not so secret cellar in my brain.
Tucked away behind transparently frosted walls.
The processing unit is beginning to fail.
That world is caving in.
It's lost its luster.
And like a grain of sand it anticipates the waves washing it away.
A piece of me belongs to you.
It's fate falls on you.
Will you be the rain that mixes the sand?
...or the wave that carries it away?