yet nothing was moving.
Time is ticking,
I can feel it.
Yet no one moves.
No one takes a breath.
I think I am dead.
Am I?
What are all of you looking at?
Why is everyone turning away?
Am I such an embarrassment that you can't even look?
Tomorrow will be a better day.
But the nights will be equally bad.
When the lights go out,
and the spotlights come on.
Who can tell the difference between me and me?
Under this intense scrutiny,
I can't.
Not now
not ever.
Tunnel vision.
I can't see anyone else anymore.
I am blinded,
by a dark cloud that envelops,
by a dark cloak that wraps around me,
choking me,
strangling every ounce of glimmer out of my soul.
Is this what dying is like?
Not all that scary now.
Nothing like the terrifying tales that were passed down from the dawn of the Earth.
No piercing neighing of Death's reins.
No dark gleaming eyes that stare from nowhere.
Where is your dark hood?
Where is your scythe?
Where is your horse,
and the carriage to carry me away?
All I see is myself,
walking away from me,
and getting closer all the time.
Goodbye me.
Hello me.
