september 5th

A few minutes without oxigen in our brain, just a few minutes will transport us.
Was easy that choice? did you wanted to get away so bad? your heart couldn't stand longer? wondering your mind was while your lips wanting to scream, shut and turned in to purple.
Your present melts while your past search for smiles and 1000 tears to comfort yourself...your future doesn't exists and you can't breath. Did you wanted to go back? did you wanted to touch the ground again? your soul is trying to hang on to your bones, but was in vain.
Everything is going dark, you don't give a sign, you know you can't change your mind now, you feel your last breeze, your last breath, your last flower on the window...
I hope you aren't sad anymore, that the problems doesn't bother you. I hope that every second you are getting out from here, are you closest to your happiness.
Where are you now? are you better? I guess you changed your choice, but your 21 grams less, reminds you that you are out now, that you'll never come to life again...where are you going? you get away without direction...without destiny...because you doesn't exist anymore, you are gone.
There is a body, skin attached to muscles, muscles attached to bones, it doesn't move anymore, you give up to it, it's not yours...it is just there...is the end...

 

Una interesante prosa; deberías publicarla en el foro Torre de Babel de Prosa.

Saludos.