Thursday, March 17, 2011

beyond

The swell of tide rushing in, engulfing me with foams choking my breath.

I gasped for life waving my hands wildly trying to stay afloat. All the swimming lessons gone in that moment. I slowly felt my limbs growing heavy as I stopped gasping for air.

Slowly, I sank to the bottom of the sea. Beyond saving. Beyond the reach of light. Beyond a place for the living.

yellow

my ruled pad. my wednesday clothes. sunshine.
teeth aged with time. eyes dirty with age and smoke. cuticle filled with chalk.
the paleness of one's face. the lightbulb overhead. the cab that just sped away.