Tear the Sky
Somewhere between today and yesterday the thin tether that anchored me snapped and sent me outwards into a void.
It is peaceful and empty.
Once again I am alone; still.
Or perhaps I was never there in the first place.
It feels like a quiet before a storm.
As if the clear sky could suddenly rip its seams.
How much rage could there be building that would tear the sky in two?
It is peaceful and empty.
Once again I am alone; still.
Or perhaps I was never there in the first place.
It feels like a quiet before a storm.
As if the clear sky could suddenly rip its seams.
How much rage could there be building that would tear the sky in two?