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if god really existed, would he walk me through my life's existence as i died? would he sit beside my bed and tell my soul a story of a body who assumed she had known emptiness and melancholy, and really it wasn't all that bad?. the soul looks back and almost reaches out but suddenly the image of long hair is gone and a picture of eyes blankly reflecting off-white walls stares back and its almost like she was dead.
oh, if only she could be