Drifting.

The winds picked up and heavy clouds moved in.

I reached into their empty darkness with cold hands and let them carry me away.

Lightening ripped through me and tore me apart,

Angry rain all but washed me away,

I turned my head to look down for help, but there was nobody there.

Silence deafened me.

I must’ve drifted for hours, maybe even days, or weeks.

It’s easy to sleep when it’s hard to stay awake.

In the distance, through jagged slices of grey, a shard of white light stole into my sight.

Soon the clouds would fade away.

And I would fall back to earth again.

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