Hurried Goodbyes

As the world traced out shadows of its story in the sky. We stared. Shamelessly, almost aimlessly. Our vision not really capturing anything, yet engulfing, greedily, every detail every second spared us. It wasn't the end, no not even close, yet as the hands ticked on and the heartbeat at the back of my skull lulled me to a calm I'd forgotten I possessed, there was no desperation. Yet desperate those minutes were. Maybe time did look from the shadows and scoff but she didn’t seem to be hiding a secret of an end but merely that of a test, a test I ridiculed for its reckless insanity yet had quickly come to become my reality.

They'd said it would be this mindless, and as my mind followed my heart into the pit that only seemed to extend into oblivion I looked at the shadows again, and as one of them whispered "sometimes the light needs to stop shining" I realised sometimes the dark shows best.

Sometimes you need to not know where you're going or what you're doing and step back to rest your ear on the beat of life, stare at the catharsis of nature, and hum that cliche song they all told you about and sometimes that's where you'll find your peace- in that "mindless" insanity that exists in the absence of logic. And in that second that mindless insanity is what smoothes your ruffled feathers and kisses your perpetually worried forehead and makes you believe that you can conquer it all.