Bright White Void

We were getting along so well. Smashingly in fact. If we hadn’t have been, why were we still here talking things over? It had been so long since we’d talked like this. You said you hadn’t remembered me. I said it had been a very long time. And we carried on from there.

But now you’re gone again. Gone down into the bright white lights of the city and I know I won’t see you again for a while. So I wander. I wander and I wander and I wander. I don’t have a real aim to do anything I had planned. I lost the list I wrote, the notes I made, the story plans that always ended in the happily ever after. When I couldn’t wander anymore, I sat. I sat and I sat and I thought. Tried to remember those happily ever afters, the princesses in their big white castles and the gallant prince who made them happy. But I can’t. The fairies that made those stories dance and laugh around my head have since flown away, gone to find someone more interesting, more creative, better than me. It isn’t a nice feeling. To be rejected by those life-filled fairies in their palaces of trees and crystals and magic. Nimble footsteps dancing on polished marble, keeping the creativity in my mind from stagnating and disappearing into the never ending sea that now fills the void of my brain.

A sigh. I stand. Peek over my shoulder, trying to find those same fairies, all giggles and excitement. No. They’re not there anymore. Just a back alley lit by a single streetlight.

No. I can’t do this anymore. Those fairies have to come back. The prince with his beautiful and happy princess. The marble and wooden and crystal palaces no longer just bitter ruins but fully lit and inviting to all. But without you there…where have all these beautiful things gone?