jeraldlim

She slides her arm through yours, causing you to tense up momentarily, but not wanting to rob such a innocuous moment of its beauty, you let her lean closer and rest her head on your shoulder. As the both of you continue trudging uphill, you hope that she finds her things -  you hope she never has to experience losing anything again; misfortune has no place in the purest hearts, melancholy should never be experienced by the whitest souls.  The sidewalk that curves slowly to the right is devoid of any people, and the road devoid of vehicles. The trees on her side remained silent in the sunset tinged evening breeze and the sky was glazed over i

Splotches of darkness slowly consume the orange and purple, digesting the sky. A menacing bolt of lightning crackles across the canvas, inducing temporary blindness, but it is clear now. It is clear now, as I stand face to face with all my fears. The painter flicks his tool once more and another streak of sharp white slices the flimsy sheet in two. As the shades of black slowly drip down from the initial cut and into the world, the buildings crumble into darkness. The trees go silent, their voice muffled by the night. I lose my footing and stumble to my knees. The car signals are stretched thin, red and yellow leaking, heavy; overwhelming, ov