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Prompt: If she threw me away as you lay dying. Did she ever really love you? You were blinded under April skies. You couldn't see the malice behind her eyes. You wanted more. I wasn't enough. You have said those same words to so many before me. How could I have been so blind? Nothing can change it. Life is what you make it. It's been a year since my voice has left me. Now only muted words come forth from this voice box. Choking on whispers. Oxygen is what my hands are crawling towards. Do you remember that feeling of singing your heart out? The way your body felt when you were enthralled by the sounds coming from your fingers and your voice? I have to believe I will experience these feelings again. When I wake up, life will be as it was before the flood. None of this is real. It's just another test of this body's constitution. Never give in. Never give up. As long as there are stars in the sky, and the sun rises in these eyes. I will persevere. While I've been out here wandering all these trails. I have asked myself. Is time the predator or the companion?
