Posted under: Thoughts

I saw it coming towards me. The light, that is. It came closer and closer and I knew… I just knew that this was the end.

But it wasn’t the first hit that did it; the second one took me out.

And I was floating, but it was a frantic kind of a float. I was looking for someone, for people actually. I was looking for comfort, for reassurance and those could only come from my family. I was looking for the unconditional love they have always given me, the one thing I never thought would falter.

But those short moments were so surreal; I wish that I had never woken up.

Because that was the closest I’ll ever feel to being dead.

• Loss of Identity
• I Think I Can, I Think I Can
• Long Hair vs. Short Hair
• Cigarettes and Stockton Boy
• Punishment

Tags: bomb, dead, death, dreams, dying, Life