Eyes Wide Open

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My words dispersed on the page and disintegrated into puddles of blood and sweat and tears. I had no reliable thought pattern but it made more sense to me than anything ever had before. I was eclectic and hopeful and deeply, deeply saddened...

My words dispersed on the page and disintegrated into puddles of blood and sweat and tears. I had no reliable thought pattern but it made more sense to me than anything ever had before. I was eclectic and hopeful and deeply, deeply saddened. The pen reciprocated it’s grip and dug it’s way into my fingers as if begging to make me bleed. I had no idea I never needed you to help me write, I just needed to feel. I was a mix of everything and nothing in these moments. I obtained the files in my mind which held my darkest moments, yet at the tips of my fingers were feelings of nothingness. Was I really all that was dark or was I exactly what the dark was, the absence of light? It took many starless nights to conclude that it was never dark in here at all, but simply, that I needed to open my eyes.

Alexandra L. Narron

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