It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Usually the worst of times


Song Prompt: Talk (Coldplay)
aradia megido, homestuck
idreamofravens
I've been trying hard to reach you because I don't know what to do. I'm scared about what comes after this. There's no more past, present, future, between, here, there. It's just Before and After. And I'm terrified of After. Because when people talk, it's like they're talking to me, but I can't hear their words, just their mumbled syllables, unable to comprehend. I've been trying to call you, I need to talk. I can't go anywhere, I don't know how to. Move. Feel. Think. I'm lost, incomplete. And the missing piece keeps eluding me. I don't know where I'm going, but it feels like I'm going in circles. Let's talk. Shall we? Because right now the only thing keeping me from falling apart is that it's really nice up here. It's open and I could fall into the city any moment, tendrils reaching up to drag me to reach the pavement. I keep getting your voice mail. I need you to pick up, pick up the phone, please, please, please. There's nothing left for me here, I need to go away for a bit. Maybe forever, if I feel up to it. But After this, where will I be? Drowning in the ocean of words. Drowning in noise. And when you finally pick up, let's talk. I haven't talked in a long time. I can't. Words. Getting them. I. Let's talk.

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