Naivete gave us the world in pillows and silver tints. So shiny it was, that we never saw the tilted sword that hanged in every edge. We were young and bold, and thought that we can grab anything and not answer to the pain of carelessness and absolute abandon. We skipped with both feet, with eyes that glinted and starved. We didn’t see how the pavement was cracking. How it was the beginning of the end of what we knew.
Our age blinded us as we paved our way among the crowd that only wanted redemption for the day that they all knew will come. We pushed and we shoved and went the other way down. Who wants to hear the savage cries of unresolved dreams? We thought we had time so we sat and stared at the emptiness of the bleeding sky. We could have saved ourselves at that point in time, but we didn’t hear the air as it tried to warn us of the eventual fall.
The sky rained with dust and smite, and all we ever thought was the dampness of the earth. We should have paid attention to the frozen faces that put a stop to that hour. On how you could have stolen their lives and hearts, and they wouldn’t have paid you no mind. It was the reckoning, and it told us that life will begin to unfold in the shortest of breaths. So they all stood still and wrung their hands until they creased. But what were we, but a child of the moon. We embraced the silence, and took our feet to the forbidden nook of our beloved haunt.
When we awoke, it was too late to run. The cracks created uneven lines that reached every horizontal space in the ground. When our eyes searched for people and faces, we could only see ghosts of pallid dreams that carries everything but nothing at all. The sky, oh the sky. It was the strangest mixture of granite and sea. A perfect ode to our wretched soul that longs for the bitter pill to make the days shorter. A chance to flush out our hearts, so that pain can no longer write, or visit whenever it wishes and wants.
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