Wind.

[Schizophrenic]

"How long?" She asks, from a voice deep within her mind.

To linger like this forever,
a freedom never felt before.
This life, it lacked color.
Until now.
Now, all it has become is color.
A blurred pallet without shapes.
Or edges...

The edge of the world was long gone now.
All that existed was this moment.
The wind.

Deafening.

All that existed was this moment.
Until it was gone.
And so was she.

"Is it over?" She asked, from a voice deep within her mind.