Week Twenty Three

The Lights Slowly Dim

"I'm not coming back."

With those words, I watched as the stars unhinged themselves and crashed to the ground in shattered pieces of yellow porcelain. And in the nothingness she left behind, the cold black of the abyss, the thundering silence, I was presented with two distinct options. One, remain floating in the unknown. Two, jump into the void in a desperate attempt to search for the bottom.

Clenching my teeth and closing my eyes, I took the leap and found a world in reverse. Pain became happiness, the end was the beginning, and chaos unspiraled into a straight line.