Sometimes pain becomes an omen, you feel the itching, swelling, and soreness leaving you're body laying there, numb.
You cannot touch anything nor move, you are merely there: objectively. You lay there with quietness and stillness not remotely close to peace.
I look up at the sky wondering if this can turn into my peace and whether I have fallen to the deep abyss of my mind then.
Is this then my goodbye or hello, hi or bye?
Is this night welcoming me to its shadows leaving me wandering the empty and cold streets hoping to meet my death in a person so that things can meet their finish line and I can truly move on?
Or is this a beginning to the hole that digs itself a primal place in my mind? I do miss you, my savior, please oh please come back.
Xoxo your savior