Black skies

I finally stepped out of my comfort zone only to trip over some pieces of porcelain you smashed this morning, wanting me to cut my skin. I kept walking, even though my feet were bleeding, for a saw top of the mountain. It was calling my name.

Suddenly, you grew a wall, high to the skies, so that I couldn’t see anything. My thoughts spinning, spinning, spinning. I fainted.

Lying on the ground I could still feel the touch of the grass, I could see leaves dancing on the wind and airplanes that always caught their dreams.

Then, you threatened to devour it all. The skies, the sun, the trees, the wind and the oceans. I wept bitterly for the beauty I missed on. It was already too lateā€¦

Have I ever truly lived, though?