Fireflies?
By Nightcrawler
I've given up on trying to describe people. Sitting back in darkness, the room fills with warm light. The glow of spinning fireflies drips into my eyes Caressing what is left. At any moment my chest might explode, I'm ready. The same fireflies sparkle in the mist, attacking it. Where the hell are the promised storms? I feel unreal. No one can hear me. I think I hear voices, in fact I know I do. But they are outside, in the mist. Don't they know to be quiet? They won't let me rest. I hope the fireflies eat them. Why is it so quiet? If I lie down I can hear my heart beating. I'm trying so hard to cry, but my eyes are burning. I don't think I'm meant to be here. My legs won't stop shaking. (This is currently a work in progress) Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 05:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I've given up on trying to describe people...."