A signal of endings and beginnings.
The end of the light and the harbinger of the coming morn.
'She used to love the night.'
I thought as I stared off into the starry sky,and then down to the busy street below. My heart pounded within my chest and my knees shook. I wanted this. I was pretty sure but, I was so scared. Tears welled up as I looked at the photograph in my hand. I remember being angry, sad and lost all the same time.
I remember wanting to end it.
In a moment of rage I turned my gaze to the heavens, I guess in some attempt to address a greater celestial being, and I screamed for I could,
"WHY?!"
Such a simple question, yet, and not surprisingly, it would go unanswered. I guess what ever, so called, greater force out there, doesn't feel the need to answer for it's deeds.
Yet, I wanted...I needed an answer.
And something more.
Act 1 Back to the Realm of the Crow
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