Belligerent

I sit waiting for the nausea to die down. I look up to see the silver streets glistening from the tears the sky let slip. Beams of light reach at the ground focused on hitting the pavment just to illuminate. In my head I think "what a important over looked thing by society". The silver streets call to me, beckoning me to lift my heavy dead weight of a body up, loudy but not saying anything. I stand swaying back and fourth, ready to embrace the fall knowing pain wont come till next morning, but instead I step foward. progressing, PROGRESSING!
    I take a few more staggering steps and when I stop I'm directly over the beam of light. I collapse under the gravity. IT'S TOO BRIGHT. TOO BRIGHT. The silver road is blocked by my tiny body( at the time not feeling so tiny.) No longer is the beam of light doing its obligations to illuminate the silver road but its reaching at ME, at my skin and prickling at my eyes. I smell the wet concrete. I suck in the cool humidified air until I let it escape from my lungs. 
                                        I am alone.