Chapter 1;
The darkest corners; Eclipsed by the burning shade
The wind, blowing, gusting across the atmosphere, raging beyond the sun. The stars, the moon, lost in the hurricane.
The wind, carrying the air, floating through gravity, keeping the spirits within its confinement, spiralling the whispers into distortion, reality, losing all rationality.
Obscurity prevailing, losing sense beneath the ground, the forces, conspiring within the depths below.
Will time, forever keep him waiting?
The open water, now terrifying, immersing in the ocean, now defying, resisting his essence, forbidding him access to it's serenity.
The crystal waves, daring him to disobey their demand, ready to drag him to the depths of their caves below, eager to conform him to their world, for him to swim with the sharks, and to rest his weary eyes, beneath their deep blue planet.
But little did they know, his blood shocked eyes...will never sleep again.
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Picking up the pieces, of the wreck he went and left, dealing with dilemmas, of the darkest corners of his life...
She was the sunlight, and now, the sun has gone. Eclipsed by the burning shade.
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Sitting here inside this lonely room tonight, he cannot be awake, another hour, corrupted by the dark and empted fragments of his mind, its killing him gently, delicately, falling like a faded flower.
But he has all the time in space.
For he was not a shooting star anymore, blazing across the ripples in the dark, who no one else could see.
Everyone can see him now, she can see him, for who he truly is, the man he was...all along.
The ripples of the moon shinning into the holes in the wall, highlighting his essence, the contours of his face. While he is thinking without blinking, the hidden diamonds, devastating his eyes, coursing, rolling down his cheeks invisibly, for he will forever belong to the aliens roaming space, his home, disappearing without a trace, did he ever, deserve to integrate within this place? Will he ever learn to embrace his new life, without Bella.
A million thoughts, a thousand miles away from home – away from her, it's killing him, withering his already lifeless soul, sending him into overdrive, for he is colliding with an army, for he cannot even battle, an army of unspoken thoughts and fears, he has been saving – and now it is time to release them.
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Three days he has been sober without her, three days he has taken himself away from his drug, three days he has been telling himself he will be strong, and that he will ignore the callings of home he can feel her sending him.
He cannot hear her thoughts – but he can feel her pain – for he is feeling it too.
His surroundings are so cold, he can hide behind his breath, the breath he doesn't need to take – but does anyway. Hiding from the day's blue sky – avoiding the twinkling of the light – the sparkles it ignites upon his skin, as he embarks on his journey - roaming this lonely world – alone – without her.