365 Days (Part 1) | ✓

148. Beat

148. Beat: Listen to music with a strong rhythm or listen to drum loops. Write something that goes along with the beat you feel and hear.

Goodbye (by Who is Fancy)

In the shadows of heavy night with silence as smooth as an unbroken river, he screamed.

But it was in his mind he screamed. It was in his mind he felt agony. He did not show himself to others. He was hidden in his soul so deeply you would know he was distant from the way he never quite saw you, no matter how much he stared.

To say his heart was broken was not adequate to describe the extent of his injury. He was not merely broken, which implied something clean and done. He was a man shattered, shredded, utterly and absolutely slashed to pieces. He was dying or he already had died.

There was an indefinable aura about him. He was not simply happy. He was not simply sad. There was a strain in him, wavering between the indifferent mask of coolness and the steam of insanity.

She's gone, he told himself, tightening his fists. His fingernails grinded into the palm of his skin. She's gone, he repeated, until the words sounded as meaningless as they were.

For she was not gone to him. She lingered and whispered memories in his ear as sweet curses. He wished he could grab that mirage of past happiness and strange it. There was only sadness in happiness.

I'm going crazy, he felt. It didn't bother him as much as it should have... He closed his eyes and focused on the dark shapes twisting behind his eyelids. Blotches of light danced wickedly...

She's gone.

She's gone she's gone she's gone.

He was leaving too...