I gaped at the tantalizingly unreal sight before me, running my fingers over the threshold, I want to believe, but nothing is making sense, the world around me had spiraled into a house of mirrors that reflected only the shadows of each shadow player on an empty game, the piano was covered in spiderwebs as the gentle tingling of the notes sang out, a ghost of her sorrow song. What would happen? what was coming? is it so impossible to know, before the storm, in the dark silence of foreboding disaster, definite with it's promise. frozen chains of this forgotten world, begging to be shattered, the very existence of all that had been was sitting on the edge, holding it's breath, waiting . . . .
For something that will never come.
The empty cold world that was holding itself trapped within her eyes seemed to hold it's breath quaking with freezing anticipation, the lights around me flashed in shades that even nature in all her glorious power could never have imagined, I was going under, falling forever into the chilling silence of the ebon world that had curled its dark talons around my mind, crushing my concupiscence, choking my soul. I was suffocating in my own dread, my own lifeless emotion, the very effect of the ever dying memory of him, the one that had been torn, the part of me that had been saved from this pain, reality, the very thing I had been looking for for so long, and had held fast kicking and screaming, had left me, a now empty shell. to imagine that a life where what was real had all but abandoned you, leaving an empty shell of unsure, trembling fear, so thin, so weak, so unable to resist, had become the closest thing... to "reality"
Well that was random... cool though, had ya under my spell there didn't I? ;D
Anyways I was playing with emotion and just let everything spill out even though it didn't make any sense.