He left his assembled bricks and wood and furniture and ran ran towards the sunset with nothing but his silhouette following him even years later it felt like yesterday possessed he ran as fast as he could
Prayers began blurry shapes hoarded around the car his eyes refused to close against the horror of what lay beside his high crushed into water his delusion failed him his brain froze
He ran as fast as he could to the beach wanting to walk into the water wanting to stop breathing seeking unfathomable peace that final peace
His brain froze get out of the car people shouted was a life lost he didn’t dare to find out he just wanted a few seconds back just a few seconds back please
That final peace eluded him waves silenced by his cornucopia of emotions his eyes now refused to open the saltiness of the beach was overcome by tears that flowed in secrecy inflaming everything within reach embracing his cheeks toying with his lips
Please callanambulance sheisbleeding somebody tieyourshirtaroundherbleedinghead isittoolate is it too late
Toying with his lips tears turning into questions could I ever forgive myself his sobbing heart didn't acknowledge the question it just faded he lived with himself he died within
Is it too late his wife asked holding his hands breathing heavily her eyes averred every moment that they shared their feuds their make ups their teasing their loving her eyes were done speaking and now they rested
He died within wailing like a baby he slept there with parched eyes reminiscing her parting words etched in his heart etched so deep that it bled internally bled and ached to release a shriek through muteness muteness, deafening deafening his emotions making them oblivious to his existence his fists clenching the vacuum of solitude the moon and waves began their tango and the water rose higher and higher embracing him within maimed to be saved releasing a gushing hymn for she was now deemed forever with him.
It was either whole or just the last, I'm still confused. But didn't feel like throwing away what I started with however bad or elaborate the start felt. (silly attachments)