Hang for your hollow ways.

I've been counting them as they float away.
Weightless&free.

They make me feel I'm falling down.

A world wide epidemic, infinitely incurable.
There's too many for my phalanges.
I can feel them lingering in the cold.

What now?
Falling
And my heart breaks when I watch it all.
Glance up.
At your atmosphere.
At collected wishes.

Once upon a time,
the lights inside their eyes were so close.
I could touch them.
No disintegration. 
I remembered it all.
Every bike ride to the old school.
Every warm night walk.
Every slamming door.
Every breaking glass object.
Every orange piece.
Every bit of orange pulp that dribbled from my fists as you explained "what's best" to me.
Every chocolate that has tasted sad ever since.
Every impostor who offered false help.
Every promise.
Every fight.
Every tight.eyed wish at our night sky.
Every story our mouths couldn't move fast enough to tell in the dark.
Every next.room.scream.
Every worried smile.
Every empty room.
Every quiet discussion for a stable future.
Every gasp of pure.empty.air. I collected hastily when you left forever.
Every scream my small throat could slice their ear drums with.
Every blank stare at the dead hearts no one else saw.
Every bloody finger I rubbed at.
Every bright future&stable profession.
Every hug that felt just as empty since then.
Every I love you you given away to fading sirens.
Every story crashing into each other.
Every cover up.
Every letter we used to write each other.
Every picture I drew for you.
Every real bit of interest in your voice I long to hear.
Every hushed disappointment.

They come around more&more.
They run with the shadows.
I stare at them.
No one sees.
I wish they'd take me.
Maybe when the cold fades.
They're everywhere.

They make me feel I'm falling down...