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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.
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