I could feel my lips getting colder as I lay in that hospital bed. The grip on my chest loosened. The agony stopped. I was free, floating above it all. As I’m rising I turn to see them crying… No. They’re laughing. Celebrating a future without a burden. I don’t blame them.
Scenery changes as I’m suddenly walking along the beach on what I think is a late summer-night shore. The waters hot. Too hot. Too thick. Its.. tar? I’m still not sure what it was supposed to be. I’m sinking into it with every stride I take yet I’m stupidly happy. Just walking and talking to a stranger beside me without a care. He/She starts screaming. I’m still laughing. Sinking. Then I hear my name being called and back to reality I return.
Not sure if it even means anything but it’s sure as hell different from the dreams I’ve been having lately… When I do dream that is.