Beneath My Skin

the sand trickled in the hourglass
each breath life seeps away

the hand moves, slowly and steadily
tick tock tick tock

the shadow on the dial shifts
the body weakens with each action

the sun rays shine, the moon light beams
the pace remains constant, or so it seems
where in this paradigm of time
willl there be a sign
to put everything in light
clearing darkness from the night

He was dumbfounded. It took a while before reaity finally sank in. Nevertheless, that piece of news was too bitter to swallow. He could not believe that she was gone just like that.

There were some memories. Memories that still remained vivid. But he had to try so hard to resist recalling them. Memories are cruel things. They constantly reminded him how vulnerable he was and how weak he was. He longed for Amnesia.

That night, he could not sleep. It was indeed too cruel for an illness to take away his best friend just like that. Tossing and turning under the blanket. Tossing and turning. More tossing and turning.

He finally sat up. Amnesia and Sleep, this pair of elusive twins seemed to hate him a lot. To make matters worse, there was a bug buzzing around in his room. He kept shoving his hands around and started screaming. The bug refused to leave his room. He stared hard at the bug which was resting beside his bed. It was not a detestable bug. It was a butterfly. He understood. Torrents of tears began flowing fast and free.

Jane.