soul.lost

and what could it all mean? i clasp my hands together with the all too human hope that i shall understand my purpose here. my eyes flutter shut, my heart rattling within my chest as a new, strange bright light comes into view.

i ache, laying on my side within the tall, soft grass. i clutch my heart, hoping - praying that the steady beat continues. my side is warm, my lips are cold, vision blurry, breath shallow,

quiet, quiet, quiet.

my mask warps and shifts upon my face, uncomfortable as i, held together with glue and prayer, yet, still holding, still pressing with an uncomfortable pressure against my face.