Jump!
He sucked in a jagged a breath, peering down over the edge. His body trembled.
Blue eyes were hungry yet fearful; begging yet hesitant.
Jump! The snarling voice repeated, more vicious and forceful this time. Just a split second and he could be gone. Life was so fickle in the thought of how fragile it truly was. People were often ignorant to realize that all it took was one second – one feeble little moment – and life, everything, could slip through trembling hands like sand.
Seth gnawed his lower lip. Power rested upon him like a crown upon a king. The choice was his: would he live
i have mastered the art
of hiding my emotions,
they neatly tuck themselves away
in the deserted creases of my mind.
slowly, they grow old and cold,
gather dust,
happiness falls through my fingertips
like sand
[ N U M B ]
darling, do not be confused,
for hiding does not mean forgetting.
these despairs unsteadily stack one upon the sorry other
my mind is a trembling mountain of unforgiving thoughts
and self-destructive motives.
[ E A R T H Q U A K E ]
oh dear, they’ve gotten the best of me.
i’m gone.