by Kaitlyn Douglas
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Copyright © by Kaitlyn Douglas, February 2011
Is this my life now? Drifting through time and space like an astronaught. Blue green gone, Blue green has replaced.
I don't know which way is up, which is down, what is dark an what is light. Everything seems to mesh together into
one huge swirling void of nothingness, pulling me around and around its centre like a birds feather.
It was only two months ago, where all was right and calm, Now a thunderstorm rumbles over my ocean, causing waves
the size of buildings to topple over my head, drowning me, pulling me under to their murky depths of the ocean
floor. I'm a fish. I drink like a fish. Drowning my sorrows in a glass. I know the right way but I'm just not ready.
The taste of others lips, unknown, alien, strange on my own, hands reaching for mine, I just surrender to my death.
I get pulled this way and that, up and down, around and around, and I just end up back to square one. My mind is
like a black hole, swallowing me into my memories. It takes everything not to put metal to flesh.
Sadness, Happyness, Anger! In the end they are all the same. Days for the god, days for the parents, days for another
year older, Why don't they have days for the broken hearted caught in that void of grief? Years pass, I grow older
and they grow younger. Is this my life now? Caught in a void, a blackness?
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