Like a lighting bolt.
Struck in the head.
Drowning in the floods.
Floating on a log. Waiting…waiting…

Like waking up one day.
Feeling empty. Useless. Sorrowful.

Longing for then.
Wishing it was now.

Like grabbing something.
Only to find nothing.

The air you breathe feeds your brain.
Keeps you afloat. Keeps you waiting.

Yet you want to drown. Want to be struck by lightning.
Cause it’s there, you just can’t touch it.



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