"
It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
"
My heart is engulfed in flames. My hands trembled. I was torched with searing heat but I could not sense a single drop of sweat.
In a true moment of synesthesia, the sound of her words appeared before my eyes. The barrage of colors jumped at me, before settling down to sinister-looking letters. I closed my eyes, but they remained.
I stood across the hall, isolated from the carnage. I saw them, holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling, completely oblivious to the world crumbling around them.
I wanted to rush to help, but something paralyzed me; something in my heart that kept me from saving them. But, alas, it didn’t seem like they wanted my help.
What is morality to them? I don't know. Perhaps they are amoral creatures putting their ids on full display.
She turned and stared at me. I gazed back. The fire was closing in on them. She gave a faint smile, a smile that said that she was completely content with what she had right there and then. A smile that said nothing else mattered.
I turned and walked away.
By the time I turned around the building was but a pile of rubble and ash. And yet I could feel that they lived on.
I walked towards the pier, the quietest part of the city. It was a place where one can calm himself and gather his thoughts by taking a stroll by the water and listening to the sound of waves tirelessly charging at the shore.
The night was chilling. I lit my last cigarette and stared out into the gloomy city skyline, her words lingering in my head.
I closed my eyes, and jumped
"
go cry about it, why don't you?
"
Lyrics by John Mayer.
The Loner's Diaries 