sitting underneath the stairs, i realized suddenly:
i could die here.
i could die here,
and would anyone know?
i could die here, under the ***** staircase,
and nothing would change.
a friend of mine came for me eventually;
someone i don't know too well,
but well enough.
and she squeezed my hand and told me,
"you're not alone."
as my breathing grew ragged and my chest constricted and my eyes ached, i belatedly realized that was the most terrifying prospect of all.
only thing worse than feeling alone is knowing that so many others feel alone... hope everyone out there is feeling loved.