They’ve found the pin to pop our perfect
little bubble. I’ve been dropped into something I don’t know. Some awful nightmare
and you’re not here. I can't find you anywhere here. I’m surrounded by a sea of red. The waters are rising. I can’t
stop crying. Or bleeding. I am broken; smashed and shattered into a million tiny
pieces, strewn everywhere for miles around. Nothing makes sense here. Everything
is foreign. But I am stuck. I am trapped. I can’t escape. No matter how much I
pound, nothing breaks. Nothing lets me go. There is nothing to set me free. So
I lay, writhing and rocking on the ground. I want to wake up. Please, let me
wake up.
I want to wake up. I want for this strange
new world to have all been just a horrible nightmare. I want to open my eyes
and find you here, next to me. I want to see your irresistible, teddy bear face
and button eyes. I want to feel your soft, warm skin. I want to turn around and
find you there. I want to pull you close and never let you go. I want to go
back to living in that bubble forever. Just you and me.
I need for there to still be a you and me.
I need the world to still make sense. I need you here. With me. I need you. I
need you to remind me that I am capable of being loved. I need you to remind me
that I am not worthless. I need you here so that I am not alone when everyone
else disappears. I need you here to
share everything with. I need you here to keep all my secrets. I need you to be
here, to be strong when I am weak. I need you here to celebrate the good. I
need you here to spread love. I need you here to spread joy.
There
doesn’t seem to be any joy in this new world. The storm clouds overhead are
dark and angry, raging on forever. When it rains, it pours. And it feels
endless. It is ice cold. I can’t find the warmth here, and though I shiver, I
can’t help but feel thankful for my surroundings. This world is horrible, and
it’s the last place on Earth I want to be. But it seems to be sympathetic to
what’s going on. It seems to be reflecting my inside. The clouds are raging my fiery
anger. The rain projecting my misery. The waters and the landscape echoing exactly how
I feel.
