Lean Upon Me
first.
The sound of the ski lift. The continuous spinning of the cable. The cold coming up to your nose, getting caught in your throat. The tiny clouds coming out of your mouth with every breath you exhale.
The silence. The silence of nothing. Of being stuck in the air, surrounded by nothing but fog.
The skipping of your heart beat, when a lift comes from the other side, appears out of the fog. And then there's nothing, again.
Nothing but silence.
Nothing but the breathing of him next to you. He takes your hand, tells you it's going to be alright. But you know it's not true.
Because there isn't an end to the continuous spinning of the cable. There isn't a place where this lift takes you.
There's everything but nothing.
The silence. The silence of nothing. Of being stuck in the air, surrounded by nothing but fog.
The skipping of your heart beat, when a lift comes from the other side, appears out of the fog. And then there's nothing, again.
Nothing but silence.
Nothing but the breathing of him next to you. He takes your hand, tells you it's going to be alright. But you know it's not true.
Because there isn't an end to the continuous spinning of the cable. There isn't a place where this lift takes you.
There's everything but nothing.