Everything falls, in a myriad of ways, everything falls. There will come time where she will watch everything fall, that is what the fates had foretold. She spends her time, waiting, waiting for an end, waiting for a new beginning, she waits to see if what the fate foretold was true or simply a cruel trick to keep her wandering, keeping her fearful.
She will watch the world fall, but why? But how?
Will the world fall to her or will she watch the world fall to someone else.
How long will she wander?
How long will she wander and wait, wait to see, wait for it to happen.
There are nights she spend awake, when her bones ache from the tiredness but her brain keeps brimming with thoughts and anxiety, making her toss and turn, making her wonder. Will her world fall? Will the world in general fall? Can she stop the world from falling?
Will she even try to stop it from falling?
Often, when everything takes over her, she loses the will to continue, to carry on, when those moments happen, she wishes for the world to fall and when it all subsides, she feels the guilt weigh heavily on her.
She won’t be the only one who will be affected, the aftermath will affect everyone. She shouldn’t be selfish. She shouldn’t want this.
But it isn’t easy separating how she feels from how she should feel.
She approaches the corner of the world, and from the corner takes another step, to trace back her steps to where she began. The night sky looms over her, daunting her, but never fear. She knows the sun will rise, the morning will come.
She will wait for the world to fall. She will wait and watch. And then? And then she will decide.
(The writer wishes to remain anonymous)
(Image from here.)
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