[Poetry] not what you thought

[avacado]

I remember falling.
The last throes of twilight were seeping into dusk, nothing left of the sun besides a scarlet line dipping beyond the far mountains. High clouds splay across darkening periwinkle, cotton balls being stretched apart and sticking to fingers –
an empty solace as I tumbled nauseatingly through the coming night.

I had dreamt of this so often before, waking cold and numb unfeeling sick to the stomach
This wasn't what I expected. But, then, when was anything I expected ever right?

I couldn't stay balanced. Maybe that was the worst. I had imagined, before, as warm and soft, falling away from the clouds with the winds' gentle caresses,
with an eager sort of finality.

How could I see those candy clouds, now? everything was spinning, twisting around me a kaleidoscope of what I thought I knew and i was so sick
and afraid. So afraid, so chokingly terrified. the freedom I thought I knew was coming down around me, and

 

[moon]

Hello, I was wondering if this was supposed to end so abruptly or if you planned to write more.