In this town, hopes and dreams no longer live within any individual. The population has given up on any sense of creativity and achieving any goal. Their expressionless faces are anything but beautiful. All I can witness is the dreary numbness vibe within this sunken-in hole of darkness. Walking through the deserted neighborhood, I felt as though I was the only person alive. I’m the only light that still surrounds everyone, yet my light can only shine through so much. I don’t want to become an existing body without the love for living.
A few months ago, the town was bright and filled with love. We all were one; equality lived on. Every warm smile lit up another’s heart as if a fiery passion of emotion flew from one to another. Holding hands, kissing each other’s cheeks, we were in a blissful state. This town glistened with the sound of change and dreams of every beautiful mind that lived.
Unfortunately time grew old, the sparks within blew out and were replaced with a broken, dark cage. I never knew exactly what happened or when this started coming around, but everyone decided to give up. Living became a chore and the concept of breathing was nothing special. Depression was floating around this city that I once loved, that everyone once thought was breathtaking.
Since I was the only one left with some sort of shining light, I tried my best to keep my warmth. Yet, with all the negativity that surrounded me I had many slip ups. I sometimes find it difficult to breathe and experience a dark shadow hovered over me, choking the air from my lungs. It’s all figurative of course, but I feel the weight of everyone’s problems on my chest sometimes. My mind tells me to give up, that this town is washed up and how could I possibly save everyone from death? It’s possible I’m imagining beauty and not realizing my own mortality; they’re realizing how sad reality is and I’m living in a fantasy. My heart continues to glow; I must not give in. It pumps and beats for something beautiful and new to come.
As each day passes, the light within dims more and more. I can feel my bones weakening and shattering beneath this once glistening skin, but now pasty and shattered. This mirror represents what I was destined to become one day, a symbol of death. My eyes are hollowed in, the sparkle is now gone and replaced with an ashy gray color. I’ve been losing weight frequently, and pounds and pounds at a time, constantly throwing up any food that entered. I cough and it breaks the silence I’ve heard for weeks now. What is family? What are friends? What is love? This heart knows such thing but isolation and self torture. I fit in with this washed up town that was once shining with light.