Sand
- kaitlinstaniulis
- Mar 29, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 18, 2019
An excerpt.
Once a strong rock upon the shore, I am beat upon by the merciless ocean… slowly withering away…
my surface eroding…
dissolving…
into nothing.
Now, I am sand; a man worn away from something that was once solid. I am an identical spec of billions; standard and abandoned.
Helpless.
Like the precious moments we once shared… the wind blows me to oblivion, and I swirl with unstoppable, uncontrollable pandemonium. I lose my grip upon what was once sturdy and impenetrable… I’m slipping away.
Forgotten.
To forget as I have been forgotten would finally relax the cringed muscles twisting through my aching corpse.
The memories…
they haunt me…
around me they creep…
the shadows of happy in the crevices of my mind, stalking and mocking me with the faded imprints of the past that won't slip as effortlessly through my shaking fingers as the original unadulterated moments I once lived and felt and tasted.
There is only the ice piercing through my surface and those phantoms watching me from the corners of my head.
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