I thought I had Dreams:

~~~Inspired by the Art of laceratedwrists~~~

The cold water laps at my ankles but I revel in its sharp bite. Through broken eyes I look into the sinister water. It is so dark that I cannot see anything in its depths, not even my own submerged feet. The water is eerily still for such a stormy day. Turning my eyes to the heavens I stare with little interest at the black roiling clouds above my head. A shard of sunlight struggles through the murky depths of the clouds momentarily blinding me. Quickly I turn my head, trying to hide from the sudden brightness. But just as fast as it appears it fades and once again I am left to my desolate lonely world. I wonder what that light had been. Most likely the last remnants of my hopes and my dreams fighting for the place that no longer wished to hold them. I stare longingly to the clouds my mind devoid of all thoughts now. Slowly I feel my past memories fade, like the stars when the day rises. Soon I cannot even recall what it feels like to hope, to wish, to dream and soon I cannot even recall what hopes and wishes and dreams I once held so tenderly in my heart. With a frown upon my lips I feel myself sinking further into the dank waters, up to my thighs, my hips, my chest. As my head slides beneath the calm surface, the weightlessness of death takes hold. Tiny shimmering balls float around me and I realise I can see. Putting a hand infront of my face I watch as it slowly dissolves into the same tiny sparkling beautiful balls of light. Who knew a life destroyed could be so beautiful? With my last breath of air I whisper to the darkness around me: “I though I had Dreams.” But alas, all I am left with now is this never ending solitude, floating umong the ruins of others. We are a ocean of broken hopes, dead wishes and shattered dreams.