My feet tap the wall, keeping the rhythm of my beating heart. With closed eyes, I can see you. My fingers begin dancing upon the strings. The vibrations echoing inside my chest, feeding the fire inside. It is all I can do to hang on, to melt the ice freezing the memories of “us”. The afternoon is turning blue, but behind my closed eyes we are alive and vibrant. I can feel my fingers begin to slow, the cold slowly creeping through my veins. It is all turning blue without you.
Photo By: DDGrafix
Mile 29 