Ficlets

The streets call my name; subtle, yet screaming. They glitter with each step I take. All I can see is the glitter. Everything else seems to disappear when I stare at the ground. Each sparkle makes me forget about the pain that I feel when I remember.

Nothing looks right to me. Nothing makes sense. I’m not even sure what sense means. All I know is this seems to be the only answer. I don’t know if I’m right, if I’m overreacting, or if I’m even real to begin with. This has made me second guess everything.

My feet pound with every step I take. My mind is my own worst enemy. Maybe this will all make sense in the morning. As for now, I walk. I walk, not knowing what lies ahead of me. All I can hope for is what I’ve been dreaming of…and we all know hope is a beautiful thing.