Blue.....

Sometimes my mind wonders off into a misty, wet, cold, dank place. The cold causes all of the tiny hairs on my body to raise, making me feel even colder. My heart always beats strangely, like what a tiny deer's must beat like when it is frightened.... soft, fast beats, as if it is going so fast that it cannot wait to take a full beat. Rapid, shallow breathes escape from my lips, I begin to get dizzy. It smells of burt flesh and mildew, I can taste the vomit rising into my throat, but I repress the urge. Everything looks as if it is dead, or dying, or maybe it just appears to be, somehow hiding the life that courses within it so as to remain safe. Trees are green and leafless, branches hanging low and stringy. The sky is a dark grey color, laced in places with blackness, and moving so fast... like the snowflakes in a blizzard. The wind begins to whip my hair into my face, now breathing becomes even more labored. I see a group of rocks massed closely together up ahead so I struggle to make it to them, now i'm at a mere crawl, the winds too strong, or maybe i've just become too weak. Finally I reach the rocks, I crawl into a niche and collapse, my eyes clamped tightly closed, the scream of the winds ripping around me outide of the rocks, my mind and my body exhausted to the brink of death, ohh but death would come as such a sweet release, but that will not be coming for me just yet, so... I allow the darkness to unfold around me, to envelope me into medetative embrace, to melt me away like a drop of water in the desert on a hot summer's day, and I wait.





Just.... Me