Killed but not dead

by DarkLight   Aug 20, 2015


I could feel the heat from the sun melt on me
Clouds seemed beautiful
but I didn't think much of my surrounding.
The world was spinning
as if merry-go-around.
How I hate being vulnerable to nature.
The weight was too much for the compressed air beneath me to support,
and so it let me hit the ground.
Woke up, with bandages allover my face and 12 stitches on my left leg.
Was gone for 3 days,
still my brain hasn't been able to process what happened.
Unforeseen accident.

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