Lost

They fade. The simple words lose meaning.

I begin to understand how people start to lose hope. I’m holding my breath and begging for your help.

Help that I will never get because of the fact that you’re too far away now. You’re flying, like a bird or a plane. You’re soaring over the ground. You don’t care.

It’s a breath of fresh air. Something I need.

Mindless ramblings are replaced by intelligent words and I understand the meaning of myself. Sharp objects no longer appeal to me. I can breathe.

I think more. The more I think the more I lose myself in an unknown place. It’s bright, happy, all true. No more lies.

Ramble on, my dear, ramble on. For this is what I will always feel.

The fact that I can breathe makes me feel invincible. The words form at my fingertips. They fall onto the page with ease.

The shock is there. The words are flowing. My mind’s on over-drive. All thoughts are turned off. Just words. Repeating. Over and over. They came faster, harder. Faster, faster, faster, until I can’t keep up. Until I get lost in the words.