Drip....
Drip....
Drip....
I stood in the midst of what used to be home.
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Amongst people who used to be my family...
Drip...
Everything is amplified by what seems to be a thousand times...The cold. The silence....
I can feel the cold night's wind pervade my pores and sink deep into my bones....
I can hear the heavy silence....if that's possible. But I can feel it. I feel it so deeply it echoes within my very being....
A step back. And another.
If only I had listened....
If only I had believed....
If only....
I can't tell if it's the panicking or I'm actually dying...Well it doesn't really matter anymore.
But if I could....
If I....