Blue Mist

 Blue mists rise up before me, circling me, enveloping me in damson smog, overwhelming me with hellish beguilement, until I am, all at once, wholly consumed by its violescence. Suddenly, the ground below me vanishes, and I find myself falling impetuously through the lilac abyss.  And while I am falling, no doubt to my death, I am thinking not of repentance, not of the wrongs I’ve done, or the charities omitted. No, there is but one thought that keeps running its course over and over in my head.  I am thinking of you, and all the reasons why I love you, and hating myself for never having the balls to tell you. And I think how sad it is to have to die alone, having never really been loved.  And then I wake up, wiping the sweat of my brow, and feeling very much alone.