dissolved

“Always dancing on the edge aren’t you?” He snickered as the girl spun on the tips of her shoes. Quite literally inches from falling over but she didn’t care. Her eyes were shut her silver hair tied up in a messy bun. She twirled on the edge of the wall without a care in the world. She was focused on something elsewhere. Something that didn’t matter in the end. A far away thought and place. So distant that it could almost be a dream. Somehow someway it was real though. Real as the clouds in the sky and smoke from candles. Real but gone in an instant. Her moves mirrored that of the parallel world. Her fingertips disappearing and fading like dust. She wasn’t going to fall. She was going to be taken away by the wind as it slowly takes her piece by piece. He wanted to reach out and touch her. To stop her before it was too late but he could do nothing but watch. He could do nothing but smile and pretend like it was the most perfect thing in the world. Cause it was.

When the last strings of her hair dissolved into the night sky it was only then the incredible weight of the experience had donned on him. It was only then he turned to see the forest around him as dark and threatening. It was then the uneasy thoughts settled in his head. Trees creak and snap with the growing wind. For a second he swore he heard them whisper. Always.

Always Forever disintegrating into nothing more than a distant memory. Always disappearing. Always suffering. Forever the fear and anxiousness of her absence. Always growing to unprecedented heights. A tangle of webs. Jokes and melodies thoughtlessly wander the mind and weed into everyday conversations. Until one day he laughs and swears his own voice was hers. Cause it was.