The draining of the blood must be marked. Purely because of the weird state that I am in.
AND I KNOW HOW FUCKING INSANE I WILL SOUND, SO DON'T EVEN GO THERE SISTER
But I could feel the blood, the life, draining, through my arm and out into oblivion. I reached a wonderful meditative state. I placed myself in Ben's body, for all the times that he has had to lie there, 'attached'.
And since coming home. I am very depressed. As if the strength has also left me. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour, yet my body, is in a state of serene slow motion.
I think I'm enjoying this.
I hope that my blood does not carry any of 'me' in it, to transfuse into somebody else. That would be horrible for them.
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