Author S. K. Nicholas

The same time comes around each evening. A little music, a few beers. The words flowing, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Visions of leaping lovers who gave up on the world. Their faces forever frozen, I still can’t figure out if they were happy or sad when the world they raced towards was the world they left behind. All those towns and cities. Those endless places you’ll never step foot in. So many lives you might have loved, and so many lives that might have loved you in return. It’s a beautiful mess. It’s sadder than a dream that leaves you in a cold sweat upon waking, with bedsheets clinging to a body gasping for air in the darkness. Nerves tingling like electricity. Pupils dilated. It won’t be long until sleep comes and takes me, and when it does, I know I’ll see you again. It’ll be over before I know it, and when I wake you’ll be gone, but for those few secret hours, you’ll be mine once more. All those delicate moments. Not existing yet so real. Do what you want with me. Take me to the other side, and never let me go. Keep me always, I’m yours to haunt.