Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Day 101/366

The rush was beautiful and tiring. Unaware of what to do but knowing that you were supposed to stay awake for it. There was a growing numbness as though the body was giving up and going into physical disability mode. I did not move nor had any inclination to. The air was too perfectly still to waste what was going on at that moment. The moment stretched itself out but you were too spaced out to twitch when it did. Assuming you dead, we left you behind and our pack carried on...

1 comment:

  1. Nicely written. Just the right amount of dark.