iveneverkissedafrog

I have often wondered why I exist. I often sit here, contemplating this. Have I been created to rot, to die, to be alone. To spend the rest of my life never knowing whether anyone remembers that I ever was; that I was there? Existing with others is a privilege; one that almost everyone takes for granted. It is not a privilege that I am allowed to enjoy. Who is not allowing me to be, I wonder. Who is punishing me for past wrongs and transgressions? I wonder if I'll ever know. Which of my sins is causing me to be, or not be here (if you consider this a place)? I am given endless time to ponder these things. At least until I die, which is not su

     There was darkness, surrounding everything he saw. It was a swirling, twisting blackness, streaked with tendrils of gray. It was like looking into a dark pool. He saw a face, the face of a girl. It stayed on the pools surface for a moment, and then whirled away, back into the rippling darkness. He watched intently as her face reappeared. She seemed to try to be saying something, and he heard faint whispers that he couldn’t understand. Her pale gray eyes were haunted and full of sorrow. Her pale skin was white in the pool, for no color streaked its dark waters. She faded away and then back again. Then, for a final time, she stayed fo

        He couldn’t move. Silence engulfed him, forcing its weight upon him; an undeniable pressure. The woods swirled around him; twisting and turning into a blur of color spiraling away from where he sunk slowly, deeper into the water. What was once cool, clean liquid now became a beast, eagerly consuming him. Words, incomprehensible words whirred through his mind. The only word he could hear in all of the unbearable silence was, alone. That was what described him; defined him. Just that one word. It possessed him like a demon; it was what had persuaded him to visit the lake on this sultry night, and had betrayed him. He was frozen, hi

He looks up at the darkening sky. The fast approaching clouds glare at him from their high perches. His grip seems to slacken at the sound of rumbling thunder. His breath catches, as he looks down below him. The canyon seems to be endless, a deep, cavernous hole waiting to devour him the moment his fingers finally lost the battle against gravity. He hangs there, suspended in midair, staring up the cliff face, wishing he could only find the strength to heave his body up onto the ledge above him. But then, the image of his wife comes to mind; her frail body being lifted away, wrapped in a snow white sheet. The rain begins to fall. Memories flas