I sit on the floor and lean back. The back of my head touches the cold wall behind me, my arms tightly hug my legs against my chest; close my eyes and feel them roll back as I breathe in the harsh cold air.
Hold it...let go, thoughts begin.
Here I am. Alive, and I still can't believe it. There was in fact, life after death. But the question remains, how do I possibly cope with these inner changes that weren't planned for? That were harshly forced upon my heart and mind? One answer seems to make its way back to me every time; to just live. But how can I?
Things will never be what they once were, no matter what the subject.
So many unanswer