The revelation began with trembling of hands with a pencil to paper, A rainy day brought up this devastation. And that devastation brought this pencil and paper, With that pencil to paper the revelation began.

Somewhere In the back of my head, There’s always something saying, “Just go on, the won’t miss you, do it” Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s just my head speaking, but if it’s speaking I should listen to it, no. “Why not?” … “See, you have no reason not to,” I don’t want to… “That’s a stupid reason, you used to listen to me, you traitor.” I am not a traitor. I was never on your side.

I can feel the blood flow down my arm as the water flows past my ankles, The salty breeze weakening my knees. I fall with great forces splashing mini tidal waves around me, Alone at last. I can feel my thoughts drain away into the ocean, along with goes my sole, Forever in the salty breeze.

“Your crown is made of people’s bones and hunger” So much for a pep talk. It seems that no matter how well I do I will always and forever be destined for sorrow, my mother won’t even stand near me, as if I am some disease about to plague my next victim. “Ambe- AMBER!” “What?” “Are you even listening to me?” “Yes yes, crown, bones, and blah” I should be listening to what she’s saying, but it’s probably more about how I’m a terrible daughter, or the devil ‘new and improved’. “You really are a terrible investment to one’s time,” “Takes one to know one” She seems surprised, almost as if it’s me that’s making a fuss.

How it sounded with its ‘popping’ like texture The moment when you laughed so hard you lost all sound and could barely breath And the thankful sigh at the end, gasping like it was your last breath, but really a last laugh.

I awake in the plains a grass, I place a haven’t been. Fairly bad start to a morning. “How could I have gotten here?” I distinctly remember going to bed last night, but not in the middle of nowhere… Standing up, I stretch and look at my surroundings. In front of me: Grass plains Behind me: More grass plains Left: a gravel road of some sorts… Right: The sound of water, perhaps a river? I don’t know how I got here, but I have to get home somehow, the question is though, “Which way is home?”

“I’m in love.” I don’t like to admit it but it’s the closest I’ll get to closure, I’m in love. I’m in love with their everything, I don’t think there is anything they could do to change that, except… Love someone else. I’m no longer in love, yet you’ve found me in hiding And now you come to me saying “I’m in love with someone.” Why must you do that to me? Because “That someone, isn’t me.”

I’m having a hard time getting out of bed, Again It’s hard to explain the feeling when you yourself don’t know what’s happening. I think I’m dying.

I stand here weeping, as if you’ll notice, kneeling down I wonder if you even recognize me. I will always recognize you, ah, remember back when we were in 6th grade? We went to the park and you told me how I was controlling, how I tell you to tie your shoes or wear a bigger coat or to put your hood up and pushing your out of the way of people while walking. I’m not sure why I do this, but I’m sorry, I truly am. I just wish you would’ve left a letter, I just… love you so dearly. Tears falling of her cheek, landing on the soil bellow, she’s lifts a hand pressing it up against the grave stone, outlining her friends name.

My city My life Exposed and crushed Flames roar buildings tumble My city My soul