Time and Shadows
Time means nothing to me now. I must say after five years it has grown old- counting to sixty every second and then sixty again for an hour…
You grew tired of me, did you not?
Now I am stuck here, you come to visit, yes you do. But here, time means nothing. Shadows dance across the wall-my memories on a screen, played out in dark shapes with no definition. But they do not reach out to me, they are silent, hardly a good companion.
I need more silence, but is that possible? For not even the birds are heard from here. Yes, you come to see me, but then again, when did you stop? Yes, I heard you, even when I can't hear the birds that sing, or the weeping of my lady down the stairs. I need a little more time, but I can't measure it, remember?
You send your thieves after me, silently stalking around, trying to pull me into your arms, through the wall you have made, your wall. Will you give me no choice in this? None at all? I know that you love to open a sore, amongst yourselves, but you cause it, so amongst themselves maybe?
Leave me alone, I do not wish to argue about this. I shall become greatly confused and then I will come undone, and I will get tears on me.
If I agree it is only to appease you. Cause I don't remember what we are fighting for.
You see love, and then you weave it around me. In truth a small tight thorny thing that you made golden and lose.
You had me to hold, you had me- nothing but for a token to all to see, captured with that thread captured for you.
I only need more silence, I still hear your running around out there, are you really that frantic? Or are you just putting up a show?
I need more time- then you shall forget about me.
The courage to pull away from you. There will be hell to pay, I will make sure. you have cut me to the bone.
Leave be I don't want to argue, I'll get confused again and then come undone and cry- then you shall see my weakness.
If I do agree with you, it is just to appease you. I don't remember what we are fighting for.
Time here in this dark, dank place means nothing. Just shadows that move across the walls. White shadows like ghosts, for it is far too dark here to see, no light you see. Shadows of my memories. Undefined figures that dance and sway to there own beat. They keep me company. But they say nothing at all. Nothing useful any way…
I need more silence, when will you give up? I can still hear you…
I need more time, to straighten myself out, to hope that you forget what you told me so many times.
Leave me alone. I do not want to argue, then I will become oh so confused and undone, and then I will go mad.
If I agree its just to appease you.
Because I don't remember what we are fighting for…
XoxOxoX.
A/N-I wrote this while listening to Time by Sarah McLachlan. So, let me know what you thought. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Criticisms? You know how to reach me! Alos if you wanna know wich fairytale this came out of...(bet you dont know!) ping me!