These Absent Days

A story I wrote during one of my awakened periods.

Here I sit, upon this crimson bed, wondering. A year ago my uncle passed away. I was at disney world. How can that be when only a week has passed before me. Yet so much has happened since then that it must be longer. Like I have missed the days an months that flew past me, swiftly. It is in these absent days that I have graduated, celebrated my 18th. I have watched new faces pass by me as the old ones slowly fade; Into the distant recesses of the world, yet still they are closer; Than these faces that now surround me. I am surrounded, yet alone. I try to move forwards, to follow them, yet I am stuck. Paralyzed; neutral. Quickly time runs slipping through my grasp like sand, I seem unable to keep pace. Slowly, much to slowly I force myself to wake, to realize a new day has dawned. I finally find the path, long worn thin, brittle and breaking, but still clinging to hope. As will I for surely it must lead somewhere. And so we go.

Reviews

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

really quite lovely! nice job, le ginge!