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I'm so bored today, it isn't even funny. And aparantly everyone decided to do something while I'm forced to be home all day...

Submitted:Jun 26, 2009    Reads: 74    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The wind carries me away,

By tiny patches of skin,

Into the distance,

Gone and long forgotten.

Everyone speaks in silence,

Lips moving but no sound emerging.

Their faces are neutral,

As I wither away, screaming for help.

I'm gone in 15, 20 seconds,

To an enternal nothingness,

Where I am alone,

And light does not show.

I am alone,

There is no floor and no ceiling,

My skin is transparent,

And my bones glow like fire.

I hear a voice,

The voice I know and cherish the most,

The voice I longed to hear,

The one that is my salvation.

From the nothing,

I am no longer gone.

I am here,

And here is where I need to be.


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