I found myself on a cloud.
Surfing the skies with the wind on my hair and life in my veins.
I knew the trip had to reach and end, but I never knew when.
And so the day came when the trip ended.
The cloud just vanished under my feet, and I fell,
and fell,
and fell,
but just as I was about to hit the ground
a strange force kept me from it.
I wasn't moving.
I was just levitating.
Not in the sky anymore, but not dead either.
Numbness surrounded me.
A cold chill invaded my body, and I shivered.
I was gently laid on the ground, and lights went out.
Darkness.
Silence.
Not a sound was heard. Not even the beating of my heart.
Suddenly a bright light pierced my eyes.
When I could see again, a feminine silhouette was drawn before me
yet I could not see who it was.
She lent a hand.
I grabbed it, and she helped me up.
She spoke to me in the sweetest voice.
Singing like a choir of angels.
I felt safe again.
She wrapped her arms around me.
Her skin as smooth as silk, her touch as protective as a mother's.
I was safe again.
She flashed a smile,
but then it all faded to black.
I woke up... alone.
No one near my hospital bed, but something caught my eye.
A "get well soon" card next to some flowers in fresh water.
Again I felt warm, happy, alive.
My journey had reached it's end, but I was safe again.
It was safe to begin a new journey.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
I found myself on a cloud.
Surfing the skies with the wind on my hair and life in my veins.
I knew the trip had to reach and end, but I never knew when.
And so the day came when the trip ended.
The cloud just vanished under my feet, and I fell,
and fell,
and fell,
but just as I was about to hit the ground
a strange force kept me from it.
I wasn't moving.
I was just levitating.
Not in the sky anymore, but not dead either.
Numbness surrounded me.
A cold chill invaded my body, and I shivered.
I was gently laid on the ground, and lights went out.
Darkness.
Silence.
Not a sound was heard. Not even the beating of my heart.
Suddenly a bright light pierced my eyes.
When I could see again, a feminine silhouette was drawn before me
yet I could not see who it was.
She lent a hand.
I grabbed it, and she helped me up.
She spoke to me in the sweetest voice.
Singing like a choir of angels.
I felt safe again.
She wrapped her arms around me.
Her skin as smooth as silk, her touch as protective as a mother's.
I was safe again.
She flashed a smile,
but then it all faded to black.
I woke up... alone.
No one near my hospital bed, but something caught my eye.
A "get well soon" card next to some flowers in fresh water.
Again I felt warm, happy, alive.
My journey had reached it's end, but I was safe again.
It was safe to begin a new journey.
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