So this was my day today…
Allow me to explain a few things:
The ice pack on my head helps to limit the blood circulation in my scalp during the infusion to prevent the drug from tampering with my follicles, therefore reducing hair loss. Does it actually work? According to my clogged shower…
Harsh realities plated in gold; easier to swallow yet nothing to hold. We’re all just dying for something to believe in. Please, give me something to believe in.
Bells are ringing in the yard this morning. The tracks hum as the train heaves and releases a heavy sigh. The moment of departure draws nearer. One of us is leaving.
The air is thick with fog. I breathe deeply; the weight in my lungs feels good next to my heavy heart. A faint warmth stretches across the platform as the first hint of sunlight peers over the horizon. You smile and turn away.
I watch you leave. The sunlight dances on my tears, and bids you farewell in a flourish of color. Engines roar. The world, so still a moment ago, surges back to life.
You move further away and disappear into the distance. I fall to my knees. The sun shields himself; the sky weeps. I am not enough.
