Your eyes snap open in the middle of the night and you feel your lungs; empty gushing for air. You can still feel the faint beating of your broken heart and you feel your words trickling down your face in the form of warm droplets as you realise the empty space on your side. The side that carried the hand that guided you, the heart that held you, the mirror of your existence and the soul that kept your scattered pieces together. You’ve lost before; things, people, battles and you thought you could handle loss until your entire world got snatched away. The very same world you nurtured and protected with eyes that refused to blink in the fear of missing a moment. And you’re left here on the other side; the uglier side with nothing but lungs that forgot the taste of air and a heart that no longer knows life.
The Moving Circus 