Balconies.

the chill of a midnight's sky crawling through the night. the gown of a girl sitting on the ground. what happened to the days when the sun shone through the night? when everything felt right. what if things were right just coz it felt wrong? would that be the point of discussion once asked... "what is right from wrong?"

would she know what to say when a stranger walked up to her and said..."where does the sun set? and where will it rise? will we ever see it rise again? or even have a glimpse of the end?" silent gaps will stand as the balcony moment comes. she'd feel undone. left alone. and alone. watch.
watch every step and movement followed. the blood dripping down like sweat. drips and drops of rain, tears and blood. for every step was numb and every bite was felt. look. look at her red bitten lips. not chapped. not peeled. just red. bitten. would you stare at the eyes staring back with the pale shattering of glass. would see the need of every word.

she dove through ink blots and pain. through every silent gaps. through every silent stealth of greeted mornings. would she see the sun rise again? staring at the other side while the heat rose from behind. we should've gone through the walk we had planned. will she make sense the morning after the next? silence. watch as she walks through the balcony and the silent whispers tickling her ears. the lullaby she sang to and rememebered. every tune, melody and broken words. not a stanza. not a phrase. yet words and melody came out. she was blinded by the darkness of the sky. staring up at the blank dark sky, will she live through it all? the down moments and days, turning to weeks and months. she'll find her words again. for a balcony company she onced thought would be there. she'll always find silence and unhappiness. looking for the star to wish upon, never came. was it really meant to be with a company. and if that be so, who is?