• It was the afternoon,
    the air crisp, clean,
    free from all passing emotions,
    but I still clasp on memories,
    that I had once seen.

    They were beautiful,
    memorizing,
    tantalizing,
    and I could barely hold back my tears.

    I...I felt hope.

    I knew it was hope,
    there was no other way to explain it,
    that rise of giddiness in my chest,
    awoke me for days,
    unable to rest.

    And I was fearless,
    tameless,
    etching my fingers on the broken bottles,
    scattered all around,
    and calling out the names of people I loved,
    till I collapsed,
    falling on the ground.

    There I was, smiling for no reason what so ever,
    because I knew I would be the last to breathe.