Large blue eyes stare blankly in the mirror. Whatever are they searching for?
They’re encumbered in somber dullness. The gaze drifting lifelessly to other realms.
Capsized in a Universe of thought, stuck in a loop to repeat the painful moments over and over.
Just when everything felt Right it crashed down.
Just when the world began to make sense, like a card tower the pieces just blew away.
It all scattered to the wind when the fray of tempests began to creep in.
The gaze staring back in large blue eyes, cries out for help. Like a scream from my soul, drowning in the blue of the ocean.
Happiness, what faulty prey, to waste your hopes on emotions. Clearly passive strength will only last for so long before the tides topple it over.
As the mushroom cloud begins to subside, golden rain pours down to eat away my fleshly sorrows.
And still the reflection stares, begging to understand. Begging that some kind of Hope will ring true in all the tipsy-turvy.
For I will not return home. I cannot. I was dead and alone. Buried in my empty dreams.
At least there is breath in my lungs. A chance to start over. A chance to taste freedom from this cold, dark cage I once lived in.
Shall I be free again? Remain so?
I cannot tell. For my eyes dull their shine to Remember. Oh I remember still.