My familiar street, the most familiar street, is the one these unfamiliar feet stand in.
I could be here for hours- days, maybe,
before someone noticed me withering in the shadows.
I'm just a slightly darker colour,
just a click off from the unified darkness. It's why no one-
not even myself, can recognize me apart from the black in this world.
Everything- everything!
It all seemed so familiar. The trees I passed on the long walk- they were still in their place,
shedding the familiar faced leaves that seemed to drench the familiar city in an aura of flames.
Familiar houses- numbers that I an recognize, sitting idly on the matted bricks that sighed wearily in my wake.
Familiar voices,
heard through unfamiliar ears, muted just so that I couldn't hear what they were saying, but heard nonetheless above the towering city.
Even the concrete.
My unfamiliar feet pounded down along the cement,
unfamiliar eyes that have seen these marks and cracks, recognizing them and transferring the images to a mind and thought that was not familiar with.
Every small detail was so familiar,
yet-
I was so detached,
my grip on reality obsolete-
that I knew I wasn't here. I was stuck somewhere amongst the clouds,
meandering with the wind that rolled into the laughing branches.
And here I am, nothing but a shadow trailing under the stars that poke through the leaves.
Unnoticed,
just another bit of black in the world-
I want to scream. I want to be seen. I want to be noticed, want to be heard. I want someone to find me and recognize me as real, but-
I am a shadow. Nothing more,
and I can't say that I'm nothing less,
because how can I be less than nothing?
 XxFragmented_RealityxX · Fri Oct 16, 2009 @ 09:48pm · 0 Comments |
