I could see nothing. Not a thing on that deserted street. |
I could see nothing. Not a thing on that deserted street. Just the mist that blocked everything from view. I could feel the mist cutting deep into my skin. Like millions of tiny ice sickles. As I walked blindly down the street I could feel the hurt. The chaos glowed in their vacant eyes and I knew they were oblivious. I continued on feeling the stress in their heart. The calamity of it all gave the air a pulse that only I could feel. There was no one there. But at the same time there was. But I could see nothing because of the sparkling mist. The wind bit my lips and I yearned to be anywhere but where I was. I blinked but the nothing was still around me. I could hear my feet hitting the cobblestone. But they could not hear it. I tried to speak to the nothing. But they could not hear me. I decided it was a good thing. Because if they had heard me there was a chance they could have pulled me in. Now I could start to see something. Until finally I saw the light. I realized in that moment that the disaster of the nothing drew me to the light. It made it more beautiful. As if I had to realize the calamity I was in before I could see, how amazing the light really was. I walked into it and saw the nothing no more. |