The moon has fallen. In winter, the shadows are guiding. They are not following in people’s footsteps anymore. Darkness is releasing them.
Finally she is doing it. Putting action to long harbored thoughts. She has entrusted the lonely night with her secret.
‘Sleeplessness is pounding at me like a howling storm,
Not wanting to ease off.
Every night, it joins me in my bed.
I toss and turn, trying to escape the pain,
Like merciless fire it runs through my veins.
Desperation is a baby, crying ceaselessly into my ears.
I am standing at the edge of the abyss,
Facing past sorrows, leaking into the now.
I want to die to this life,
Let me have a new one.
In her own sweat she wakes up. It is dark. The night holds all secrets. Hers is well kept. The thought soothes her. She gets up. Tonight she’ll do it, finally. The door is half open. She steps out into the cold winter air. Her bare soles, touching the frozen snow.
I know the story could go further, but for the time being I am choosing to end it here. It is sometimes really difficult to decide how far to take a story. When a lot is left open, I feel the mystery stays alive. On the other hand I kind of would like to know: ‘What happens next ?’
What are your thoughts, would you have liked the story to continue? Did you have specific imagery in your head?