Knowing How To Fall
Those damn trees are preventing the sky from seeing you. You sit there in your cozy room, staring outside as the sky breaks into pieces.
You pry open your window and hear something that was muffled by the roaring: one million glass marbles falling, landing, shattering...
Damp purples and greys and foggy blues. Without the brief flashes, there is darkness. It'd be lighter if those trees weren't there.
The marbles stop crashing and start rolling. The sky stops roaring and starts mourning. You see the vines crawling away and find yourself wanting to follow them.
"I wish I was dangerous and beautiful too", a silent wish to the receding storm.
- - -
Your mother shows you a photograph of you running barefoot through puddles. You scoff at the childish act and pretend you don't want to try it again.
The lights may have left the clouds, but every now and then a few hundred handfulls of glass spheres slam against the asphalt to remind you of what was.
It is midday and your surroundings seem dank. No-one is home, so you venture outside -- the water is warm between your toes.
"I wish you knew what I know", the colourless sky whispers back.
You pry open your window and hear something that was muffled by the roaring: one million glass marbles falling, landing, shattering...
Damp purples and greys and foggy blues. Without the brief flashes, there is darkness. It'd be lighter if those trees weren't there.
The marbles stop crashing and start rolling. The sky stops roaring and starts mourning. You see the vines crawling away and find yourself wanting to follow them.
"I wish I was dangerous and beautiful too", a silent wish to the receding storm.
- - -
Your mother shows you a photograph of you running barefoot through puddles. You scoff at the childish act and pretend you don't want to try it again.
The lights may have left the clouds, but every now and then a few hundred handfulls of glass spheres slam against the asphalt to remind you of what was.
It is midday and your surroundings seem dank. No-one is home, so you venture outside -- the water is warm between your toes.
"I wish you knew what I know", the colourless sky whispers back.