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Sky Scraper
I’m on the tallest building on planet earth.
I’m not alone.
Another man battles for territory on the roof.
We fight on top of the world.
Everything is so small from up here.
Nothing seems to matter
Except this man inching me
Closer and closer to the edge.
Would falling off be so bad?
A long fall would give me
Time to think about
My entire past.
I don’t appreciate enough what I have.
I am selfish.
I deserve to be pushed off.
Falling to my death will make me feel alive.
At a Cemetery at Night
The stones are etched With the names Of the departed And what lies beneath Will never be forgotten. As their bodies lie In wooden coffins Their souls will return In memories often.
Introduction
The doctor can't prescribe a cure because there isn't any medicine that can help you. The disease has a specifically vague set of symptoms that constantly change and stay the same. Your stomach might feel knotted. Your stomach might flutter in reluctance to the passing of time. Your mind will run. It will run at speeds you never thought it could reach. Your mind will also stop. Your mind will go blank and you will not be able to focus on anything but her. Your knees will be strangely weak but they will have the strength to shake uncontrollably. She will make herself at home on your eyelids. Your eyes will drown. Although there's no remedy, there are activities you can partake in for temporary relief. Reading. Writing. Listening to music. Everything you read will be eerily relatable to what your experiencing. Everything you write will lead you back to the pain. Every song you hear was written about you and what you're feeling. It feels like there is no escape. You're trapped in your empty heart and as the sand of time fills in your wounds you suffocate. At the bottom of a broken heart you can't breathe. There's less and less available air as time passes and the sand fills in the cracks until finally there's release. She no longer has control.
The sand of time heals all wounds, whether you want it to or not.
