Fireflies1 min read

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On the shore of the river in the darkest of nights, gazing at the yellow glow that outshines the moonlight, flickering above the stream of water by the bridge, I tell myself that this is the way to live, sitting and talking to a very dear friend, I feel my heart sink and it begins again, the feeling of wanting more out of life and love, I feel the yearning more than before, I try to set my feelings aside but my heart tells me, “not this time, no more.”

I am now gazing into an abyss that is my soul, the coldest void, a nightmare begins to unfold, I awaken to an embrace and a flicker of light, holding you in my arms let’s me know that I am alive.

The river comes to life, the glowing grows, they’re light illuminates the night, I feel as though I never had before, trusting someone for once, taking risks again in life,

I gaze into the reflection that is my self, I’m looking at someone who appears to now be someone else.

The faint glow of light engulfs the river, light surfacing above a torrent of darkness, I know that feelings are fleeting, that my thoughts are constructs of my mind, I hear the sweetest of deceivings as I begin to tell myself I’m dreaming, that this is not someone worth believing, I step outwards then back inside, I don’t know where the river is going, I don’t know where the current will take me, I don’t know what to do once I begin.

Fireflies die, darkness subsides, the sun will rise again.

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