dreampunk geek

via Chris Wieland

There are some days when the world is scary and it hurts and everything is going wrong.  I stand in the eye of the storm alone and unmoving like a weeping angel frozen atop her tombstone.  Hurricane winds whip around me carrying projectiles that are sharp, barbed, and deadly.  Here in the eye I am safe, though scared.

Everything I can’t control is in a whirl, beating each other, smashing one another into pieces and howling in pain.  I watch, too afraid to wade into the winds, sure in the fact that I can’t stop it and will only add to the chaos.  One more tumbling body reaching for stability, warmth, and protection.  Grasping at dreams instead of reality as numb fingers try to hold onto something, anything.

A bony grip locks two bodies together as they try to weather the storm together.  The storm laughs, throws them high into the air, giving them flight for the briefest of moments before abandoning them with a grin.  They hold each other so tight it is suffocating as the screams are ripped from their chests by the wind, like ghosts escaping the dead.  Together they bring each other down, falling, falling, failing.

I stand alone as the winds die down, a coward.  Safe and untouched beyond the small scratches that redden my skin and the salt tears that burn my wounds.  As far as I can see there is carnage.  My world is collapsing and there are dead littered among the ruins.  I’m afraid to look because I don’t know if you made it through and I don’t know what I’ll do if you are dead too.

Tags: death, depression, drama, hurricane, sad, short story, stress