Skyline’s Abyss
Cold. Wet. Empty. Cautious steps to be taken in this void of a world. Towering metal structures creak as they sway in an unsteady rhythm, desolate, lifeless. The concrete jungle now a sea of rubble and debris, tangled in large trees, and vines. Standing at the edge of it all.
Views
Skies descending, mountains rising. I behold turquoise lakes and frosted trees when the vista is not veiled by the vertical of the vantage. Upon the summit, all below is departed. Upon the summit, the blinding vastness of “beyond” blooms in the mind’s eye, planting dreams of adventure on the frontier.
Angel
You’ve only seen her once, in passing, and you won’t see her again. But someday, you will feel her orphic touch, and you’ll remember this ineffable being. Her white hair, white dress, and seraphic voice will guide you. You’ll notice her when you can no longer see anything at all.
Running
My breath is like the mist as I crouch dead silent. The wolves are sniffing. Closer and closer they come, their boots shuffling against the croaking floor. They stop, just for a moment, before they pound the door. I spot an exit and do what I do best: run.
He taught me to bike.
“How does it work?”
“Magic. Keep pedaling.”
“I don’t want to get hurt”
“I’ve got you. Just trust me.”
I trusted him. Even when he let go. I didn’t look back for fear of falling. Staying upright meant moving forward. A lesson I never forgot.