I went to see the winter sky at night. I was in the hills, and the wind blowed ferociously. The stars looked so bright, my eyes- They could almost see myself in that light.
I was so dead when I was in the hills that night, I couldn’t feel anything except for cold numbness in January. I slithered out lies When they asked if I was doing alright.
I felt like a black hole amidst heaven’s bright. I stood in the balcony to listen to animals, calmly. But I couldn’t hear them over the sound of my goodbyes. During those dark and numb winter hours, I lacked sight.
I was dead back then, I am a little less dead now. I hope I am alive someday.