Up in the clouds...

He keeps looking for things to be amiss. For a clear and evident sign that recent circumstances are too good to be true. There is simply no way this will come without repercussions. Something big is looming over his happiness, of that he is sure. He knows the universe all too well to think this is a selfless gift - something he can enjoy without fear or encumbrance. He wished for the stars no matter the cost, and now as he is getting exactly what he wished for, it seems as if the sacrifice might be greater than he ever imagined. He will either falter beneath the disease of his one and only mistake or a tempest of even more humongous magnitude is brewing just out of sight, ready to strike at any given moment. It will be a spectacle for the masses, one that shall deliver the final strike and end what should have ended long ago.

I take a deep breath and I try to conjure the life I think I want, the life I believe I deserve, the life she promised I'd lead. I see only distorted images and colours and blobs of matter floating above me. Never before have I felt so lost yet calm at the same time. The future is coming, yet all I feel is this unusually magnificent sense of peace - like there's nothing that could really knock me off my feet, though I realise that there are scenarios I can't even phantom. There will come a time when all of these thoughts shall feel like nonsense, something fabricated by a stupid boy who can't accept when he has it good, when he has it better than ever - yet until such a time arrives this is the story that he will write, these are the tears he shall cry, and you are the unseen and the unheard who will always, without question, get him through the day.