I run the rough the vast sized alleyway, trying to catch up to him. I plummet to the ground, concrete hitting me, and bawl my eyes out. The trees are swaying the wrong way. The winds blowing my away my skin. I feel like ashes will fall off, spread out, and die. I breathlessly mumble words no one can hear, not even me. Nothing to be heard but wind and the trees swaying the other way. His cars gone, left, and away. I fly away as ashes to be left in the fire. I burn away.

I wanted to see the world in color. See through the cracks of the curtains. The sun never burned through. I wanted to blow away the flowers. I wanted to cut the tall grass. I wanted to see what was beneath it. I wanted to free the bees, and watch them fly away. I wanted to see the sunlight beam on a bus.

I drowned, never swam, never breathed. I sinked down into the grass, burying myself underneath it. I closed the curtains shut, not a seep of light shining through. I couldn’t free the bees, they all rotted in the glaze. I couldn’t see sunshine, I lived in a cloudy city. I never saw the world in color

The last whispers ever heard of,

“I love you, Harley…”