Wishes and Birds

I thought it would be different.

I thought the clouds would gather themselves in shame and the river would look more blue and the birds would not dare taunt me with their freedom.

I thought the world would stop.

But people are still moving still pushing forward still living and I am here breathless insignificant alone.

I want to be numb, to not feel the wind burning my skin the cool metal against my feet the caving hollow in my chest. Everything latches on to me and all I want is to be weightless.

I let go.