And I am rotting on the flesh of the earth as you soar high towards the greater sky. I started withering since the day I placed my significance in your existence. Like a fruit oxidized upon exposure to earth's gas of life. Now your absence rendered me lifeless but living on the surface.
I lay bare across the meadow on my back looking at the stars. How I let myself lingered so much on something I never and can't even own.
I'm starting to feel cold to the wind I barely noticed before. Chills started to creep and consume me from within. I fetal myself hugging my knees close to my chest. I felt weaker and smaller as time goes by. And tears sparkle on the ray of sunrise like a morning dew on the leaves.
My skin wrinkles slowly. And eyes sag after while. My bones break at the sound of your laughter echoing in my head. Muscles surrender and atrophy in the conjured image of you created by the trickling thoughts left in my mind.
The one who used to keep the ground on his feet became its fertilizer that feeds the hundreds of lives fighting for a spot on this earth.
And here I am, withered by choice.
Labels: heart, letting go, life, self