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?

Thoughtful Thursday- Misery

“Misery is almost always the result of thinking.”

I have never read anything truer. I can over think, rethink, and over rethink. My mind is a mess and tries to create a mess in my life. I can always get to myself thinking about something that I could had done better or something that I forgot to do. There are times where I think about something I could had said or something I could had done.
I get miserable thinking about what I could do or should had done instead of focusing on what is here in front of my, on what I can do now. It strips me of getting things done. It’s like a circle that you can’t stop once you let it get started.