Nicole Johnson

Day in and day out, hope slowly fades out like a candle flickering against the wind.
I can’t help but wonder if moving forward is the best thing at this point.
Roaming free and unleashed, I can’t seem to find my way back to you.
Racing through the desert on the darkest of days.
Cellular reception fading in and out with each growing step to being forgotten.
Maybe that’s what I want.
Maybe that’s what I need…
To fade away.
The thought of being forgotten has made my mind rethink everything that I though was accurate.
Accuracy is nothing like it seems.
Fortunate for that glimmer of hope suppressed by the darkened cloud that will soon shower me with the coolness of harsh droplets.
Fading into nothing but an oblivion of dark holes with doors leading to the unknown.
My arms spread wide like the eagle that I am.
My neck stretched out taking it all in.
Sweet drops planting themselves upon my cheeks as  I fade back in.