The sky's never black.
I looked out my window, at the pink haze created by the fake lights. They block out the stars, making the sky seem like an endless pit of emptiness; a pit only held off by these fake lights.
I wonder if the same lights could hold the darkness out of my heart. Perhaps that light was you. You're gone now, and the blackness is immanent; piercing like glass shards.
I know you can see the same thing from your own window, I've looked out of it myself, on many nights like tonight. The world feels like a broken shelter, something that you cling to, hoping it's enough to protect you, when you know it's not. Somewhere, we all have that knowledge, that these lives we live are all just an act.
We're like children who try to hide from something scary. We act as though it's not scary, and ignore it; all the while wishing, hoping, it goes away or disappears. You were my shelter, and a false one at that.
I used to put on a happy mask, and smile, knowing you were using me; but too afraid to face it.I used to think that, as long as I could pretend, everything would be alright, it would all work out in the end. Then you left me.
These fake lights, they dye the sky pinks and reds and purples, but never black. Nothing was ever what it was supposed to be. Nothing ever is.
When you left, I was broken. More broken then I ever thought possible. But life's full of surprises, I guess. Weeks have gone by; everyone seems to thinks I'm fine now. "He doesn't know what he's missing," and "You're better off without a man like him, anyhow," is all they tell me. They're wrong.
I wonder, if I rise above the lights, will the sky be black again? Inky black, and filled with twinkling lights, like the night we met? I want to know.
Below me the street is crowded, screams and sirens can be heard. Their all fools though. Ever since you left me for her, I couldn't move forward. Time has stopped. And now time to stop it for good. I want to fly beyond the lights.
I stand up.
I can feel the wind, then nothing.
Blackness.
The stars are beautiful tonight.
I looked out my window, at the pink haze created by the fake lights. They block out the stars, making the sky seem like an endless pit of emptiness; a pit only held off by these fake lights.
I wonder if the same lights could hold the darkness out of my heart. Perhaps that light was you. You're gone now, and the blackness is immanent; piercing like glass shards.
I know you can see the same thing from your own window, I've looked out of it myself, on many nights like tonight. The world feels like a broken shelter, something that you cling to, hoping it's enough to protect you, when you know it's not. Somewhere, we all have that knowledge, that these lives we live are all just an act.
We're like children who try to hide from something scary. We act as though it's not scary, and ignore it; all the while wishing, hoping, it goes away or disappears. You were my shelter, and a false one at that.
I used to put on a happy mask, and smile, knowing you were using me; but too afraid to face it.I used to think that, as long as I could pretend, everything would be alright, it would all work out in the end. Then you left me.
These fake lights, they dye the sky pinks and reds and purples, but never black. Nothing was ever what it was supposed to be. Nothing ever is.
When you left, I was broken. More broken then I ever thought possible. But life's full of surprises, I guess. Weeks have gone by; everyone seems to thinks I'm fine now. "He doesn't know what he's missing," and "You're better off without a man like him, anyhow," is all they tell me. They're wrong.
I wonder, if I rise above the lights, will the sky be black again? Inky black, and filled with twinkling lights, like the night we met? I want to know.
Below me the street is crowded, screams and sirens can be heard. Their all fools though. Ever since you left me for her, I couldn't move forward. Time has stopped. And now time to stop it for good. I want to fly beyond the lights.
I stand up.
I can feel the wind, then nothing.
Blackness.
The stars are beautiful tonight.
