No one can hear you

My fingers tips run over the fragments of red paint still clinging to the railing. Chips flutter to the ground after my hands gently run over it. It feels like all the heat is being pulled from my hand, lingering where I had once traced, begging for me to come back.

Darkness surrounding everything except for one spot light across from me. Rain falls lightly in the distant street lamp like the first soft snow of the year. Silence is as vast as the darkness.

There is nothing here but you and me.

Your eyes like deep oceans being twisted by hurricanes; Turbulent and unforgiving. My soul aches to dive in and find the survivor somewhere within that has given up on hope. I scream out for you but there no response. 

Tempestuous heart jumps.

Take a deep breath and go under. I hold on to everything around me for safety, there is no one to rescue me when I get lost. Where are you?

Dominoes

Ever had one of those days were you knew that you were going to get mad and once you did everything just spiraled out of control? There are things that we can’t avoid and I had to encounter one of those things today and it just started me in an awful mood. Which, of course, that domino-ed into a worse mood.
Days like this make me want to leave and find a new quite little town to start over in. I wonder how many people actually hit that phase and just leave and do it. They are so done with the crap that they have to put up with, they’re just gone the next day.
How many things actually have to fall down on you to make you leave what you have and go on to find better things for your self? I occasionally ask myself if I am any where close to that breaking point or if I will wake up again tomorrow and keep on going with the same garbage that life is dragging me through. Actually, is it even life because the responses I get from some people make me question if it isn’t just the people that I need to go ahead and weed out of my life.
I’m sure more dominoes will topple over and I will go on about things the same way that I normally do. Man, do I wish I could air my dirty laundry…maybe another time. There is no need for the vulgar words today.
Always,
Jac