I had a dream last night, it left a quiver in my bones.
Driving and I had no control, suddenly spinning in circles over & over.
I let go of the wheel, turn behind me and reach for two things, a picture of my grandmother tucked behind my seat and my camera, full of memories I cherish and everything stops. I'm thrown against the windshield. My body crumpled in a ball, limp. I realized I was no longer living, I was watching from above my body. My life didn't flash before my eyes, I wasn't walking into the sky on a ray of sunlight. There was no dramatic last breath or thought. I I was looking at my broken body, lying there cold and alone.
That's not how I want to go.