Ship of Thesaurus

It’s not the lack of confidence that comprise our lives. It’s the silence, the stillness, the inability to speak. A few words or actions can change the course of our lives. The ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, ‘I love you, or ‘we’re done’. None of it would ever exist. If confidence didn’t play its part. Confidence is key, for sure. But confidence is an emotion in itself. One we seldom express. One that we know if taken, could elevate our lives, or drive us to rock bottom. Would we be who we were meant to be, If we expressed confidence openly?

On my journey to a far-off land, I step onto untouched ground. I breathe in the kindred air,  taking it all in. Unseen eyes search for familiarity. What will they reveal next? A question I never imagined asking. Where greenery should’ve thrived, I find only despair, the remains of a  once-thriving civilization. Oh, the many happy faces  that once wandered  these lands are now just particles in the air, suspended, denied their existence. Is this what awaits us?

Your breath, on my face, it warms my heart, soothes my soul. And all the cliches used to describe love. In a future not so far away, where we're distant yet near, where we see the same constellation, shining over the darkness, created by the void called loneliness. We'll meet again. Even if it's in our dreams.

Beneath the tree, I lie  still as the leaves, until the wind sways them, like two dancers lost in the rhythm of each other. I stir, interrupted by the glare of the sun, itching to penetrate my face. My hazy eyes see the coming of dusk eager to wrap the sky in its dark embrace. I get up and tumble, falling into the grave I dug. Maybe my scream will rouse passersby. Maybe it’ll motivate them to bury me. Who knows? I’ll lie here until then.