Fade

By Kimberly Shah

The early hours of the morning where the land and water meet the sky, horizon blends into one, there is no black or white, no fine lines to distinguish the way things have to be, because here is where room is left for the imagination, space to be, to see things how you wish them to be, the place to have things be the way they need to be, fore this is your sanctity 

The day moves forward, distinguishing the lines of reality, unfulfilled and overtaken by restlessness, the pain is insufferable as emptiness flow through your veins, while longing for the evening to set in and desire to return to the world of faded lines which dwells within your soul 

As darkness falls and the fade blends back into the horizon, a spark of life penetrates you, giving hope that you will to return to your happiness, the place where peace is found, to the dream where you belong, escaping from the pain of the day endured while also burdened with the thought of stepping into the light once again when the day returns 

Wishing the fade upon the horizon would last forever

By Kimberly Shah