I’m falling.

I’m flying with my arms spread widely like gray, misty wings of despair.

A strong taste is in my mouth, a thousand broken summers.

I have a vision; my last resort.

It goes like this: it is sunrise and I can feel the sun pulling me towards it like a magnetic force, warm and red like fresh blood. The more it rises, the more it calls me to fall. I’m a coward, but a brave coward. I let all my brewed nothingness out, in a big, timeless jump. My pieces are scattered everywhere in the cosmos. But I know, I just know I’m there, clutching a bright ray of gold and following the sun… Up and down, up and down, forever.

Do not pity, do not cry.

Do not forget.

I fall in a dark dance of freedom, yet I don’t feel dirty. I’m cleaner and purer than ever.

I fall…

I fall.

I wish I knew the reason why, but then again no. It’d tear you apart.

I say the last word this time, love.

What you refused me, what I’ve always wanted is now mine…

I flew.