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Grey Area
I sit on the un-mended bench of my turquoise past and wonder if it was blue. Sometimes on a cluttered night like this the blurry heartache finds its way and creeps back into the familiar nook where it once nestled. I wonder about the people in my life now, I wonder about the people who had been. I wonder where will they be when the blue turns grey and I wonder if we will still stay. I wonder if I have truly loved. I wonder if anybody truly cares. I wonder if my fear for change is really unfounded. I wonder if nothing excites my anymore, if I will leave. And then I wonder if I will be sad. If nightfall has a sound it will be of a large blanket landing on soft white snow. It will cover the painful cold and blind the broken pieces. I will pick up my heavy heart and place it upon the clean duvet. The awkward crease will eventually settle into the silhouette of my flighty being, and everything will be light again.
“Will you watch the sunrise with me?” he said.
If there is a song playing in the background now, it would be Au Revoir Simone’s ‘The Lucky One’.