Preliminary Concussions

A Story by FaeryQueen

ots; little universes on scraps of paper

The Sea Is Roaring With The Salt, The Salt Is Gently Floating Along The Surface; I Am Slowly Being Pulled To The Water That Is Consuming Me.

The Subtleness Is Too Subtle For Me, We Both Know Each Other Well Enough; We Don’t Have To Pretend That This Is New, Because We Both Know That It’s Not.

They Said That I Was A Lunatic; That I Was Crazy, That Only I Was Rambling About The End Of The World.

Me?

Crazy?

I Bet You That I Am.

The Ground Is Shaking And The Sky Is Breaking; Pieces Are Coming Off, Falling Towards The Inhabited Grounds That We Sometimes Walk On; No One Knows But Me Because I Am The Only One Looking Up; Everyone Is Too Busy Looking Down.

Life Is Like A Game, So Let Me Play The Way I Know How To Play, Let Me Play With The Stars, Moon And Sun; Let Me Run.

None Could Be Said About You Because You Are Said “Gold”; Said “Perfection”, “God”, “Reverent”; What Are You?

Said “Love”, “Passion”, “Knight”, “Hero”?

Hero?

Mine?

I Don’t Need A Hero, Love; I Just Need Someone To Help Me Tighten The Seams When It Starts To Loosen.