Nocturne

I see the trees sway, in a wind I do not feel. The ground beneath me moves, and yet I walk steadily. Hands upon my ankles, pulling me down towards a world that exists in the minds of the weak. I take another step, towards you. My head doesn’t turn, but my eyes look in all directions. I see it all pass by me in a blurry haze of speed. Life is passing by, like the memory of a horrible nightmare you just woke up from. All I have to do to forget it is look ahead and see your light. The journey through this world will never end. The pain grows stronger with every squeezing grasp. The nightmares become reality, and reality becomes the dream. On occasion you disappear. Off on a journey of your own. I blindly take another step. Not knowing where it will take me. Every breath I take seems to shorten. I think it might not be worth the effort. My acquaintance with the air is dying as the sunlight becomes a distant memory. Memories themselves run away from this place in horror. The roots of the trees slowly rip out of the ground, screaming horribly like children being taken from their mother. The wind blows them into the dark sky. It is not my surroundings that this force is trying to stop. I take another step. I close my eyes. I don’t feel the ground beneath my feet. The horrible feeling of falling overwhelms me. If I open my eyes, will I hit the ground? The tears begin to fill, trying to escape. They don’t know what is outside; they don’t know what will happen. I take another step. The ground finds a place beneath my soul. A tear escapes and my eyes open wide. The fear grows inside me like a child waiting to be born. All that I see is what I have created. That is what feeds the fear. I create this desperation. This is a world inside of me. We are the loneliest inside ourselves. No one may ever join us. We walk this journey everyday. The nights are our sanctuaries.