What is this, i don’t even know.

I feel

high and low at the same time.

And yet, i am stuck between the two

experiencing neither,

one first then the other.

Flip

flop.

Fish on the dock.

light as a feather,

falling

Rocks beneath the water.

Its one of those days,

you know--

one where the clouds are dark and

almost blueish.

And suddenly,

rays of sunlight dance across the

water.

Just for a second the unnatural gleam of light

on a day meant only for wind;

chases the shadows from beneath the oak.

but then again, it is still a day destined

for clouds.

Blood soaked halls and falling walls

dance alongside the rotten sugarplums of what used to be

your ambition.

you used to be,

driven.

You were going places.

But then,

the devil crept in.

He came slowly,

unexpectedly.

And you liked it,

at first.

Until you didn't.

Until you couldn't understand the person you have become,

because you chose this.

You made it this way,

you could change,

but you wont.

Its still to tempting, the escape it provides.

For a moment, at least.