did you write the book of love

[clevermelinda]

I thought I could finally
see the light at the end
of the tunnel.

My heart skipped from
excitement and my palms
were clammy.

I was happy, because I
would be okay soon, just
a few more feet.

I approached the light and
the slits in my eyes became
smaller.

It was too bright to hold
my eyes open, so I followed
my instinct with cloed eyes.

But then everything became dark
again, and I couldn't tell if
my eyes were opened or close.

Then I felt my necklace, and I
realized it was the temporary spark
in my eye reflecting off my fake jewels.