Fragments Gallery
A Note: Cold
I stare idly out the window one hand twirling in a lock of my hair. The sun sets early these days; it went down several hours ago. What once was light now becomes dark. With the darkness came the feeling of cold. It was as though the loss of light had chilled the world. In spite of this it's nice to be out; it's nice to have a change of pace.
Cars speed down the dark road outside the window. In the corner of my eye the white and red lights blur together but still the light occasionally catches my eye and I turn and stare. All those cars... all those people driving through; they all have their own lives, their own hopes and dreams. Some may even have been through what I have. They may have been in this exact situation... same as me. But they still carried on, just as I will. Because time is a river and ever will it flow.
Things have changed recently. For now the changes feel as though they like for the worse but I know that this will only lead to better times. Maybe lead to times with less worry about the present and less fear for the future. Even though I know they are coming I long for them to be here now. Some may call this impatience but I'd call it self-preservation.
That future cannot come quickly enough.
A chill runs down my spine as the door opens and closes. It's cold out there, I'm not looking forward to once more leaving the warmth. However soon I will venture out into that cold to find my way home.
I hear fans running and the radio faintly playing in the background. When I close my eyes I can imagine the sound of the vehicles in the snow outside. The sound, the atmosphere, is calming. If only the screaming in my head would stop. Maybe then I could be at peace.
The door opens again as two of the last customers leaves the restaurant. I sigh and put away the writing that I was so badly neglecting; I have had trouble writing for quite some time. Maybe my heart just hasn’t been in it.
The time has come for me to leave. I pay my bill and step out into the cold. Thoughts race around my skull as that first breath of icy air washes over my skin. Soon things would be better. I have to believe that.
I just have to.