I am floating. I am lost. I am found. Yet I don’t know where I am. I struggle to open my eyes then give up the fight, too weak. I am in. I am out. I am here. I am gone. I feel too rigid. I feel too soft. I feel the pain yet I feel nothing.
I call for help. But I know I am silent. I reach out my arms yet they are still at my sides. Is this the end or just the beginning?