Ashes Divide

I can hear the unsounded. I can see it coming. I can feel it escaping like air from my lungs. Like a volcano it is just so unknown when will I erupt; or will I ever erupt? The faster I run towards it; the slower the time gets, creating no difference no matter what I do.  I can feel it burning in time, I can see the light, I can see people astonished by the emitted lights. The vibration under my feet and the brisk pace of my heart; that divides me somewhere in between the uncertain but a solitary feeling.

Those messages on the ashes; those voices from the tears, they always warned me for going back; when those decisions were written with a feather from my body and then I was thrown away. I don't want to loose this moment. I don't and I can't... I can see the last few blurry sights, smell the perfume, hear the vibrant screams. Always asking myself a question that will I ever make it? I still try to reach there, with a broken spine, bleeding feet, and the chilled breath. With each increasing step towards it I can see the rain of ashes getting dense, I can now feel what have I lost.

The tender air spreading it all over, the red and blue lights flashing in my eyes. The vestiges, the escaped, the unsaid, and my world of phantasm; it all disappeared, leaving few of its fragile memories behind.

A long pause ceased me for few moments... 

Its a wait; a silent anticipation of the unknown...