/lit/ - Literature

Wrote this today when I told myself to stop trying and just write what I felt in my heart.

I remember the sadness, the violence
The fun formative years
I remember the trees and boats and sand and dark muddy beaches, fresh water and scraping my feet
I remember running through the woods at night unafraid
Brazen in the dark
It did not frighten me
Nothing frightened me
Before the “loss of innocence” the world smelt alive
Now it rarely exposes itself
The darkness seems strong
I feel it; truly I feel it, like a blanket
Who resides in the dark?
I remember everything
Fishing with my dad in old boats, catching fish at dawn
The sky purple, stars disappearing
Light years, I often whimper at that thought
If I go far enough into the void I’d see myself dead already
I was not afraid to go then
But the void frightens me now
Perhaps it’s because I’m afraid to lose you
I remember walking home with you
I felt my heart patter
An old watch creaking anew
Years in the brood
The dread escaped me once again
I felt protected
I felt alive
I smelt the air, the earth, the life surrounding us
I was no longer afraid to disappear
Not because oblivion didn’t face me
I had forgotten it in your presence
I knew I had done something good

I knew that I had truly loved.