down after the fall from that twenty-one height i realized what a tasty omelet i ate for breakfast.
-when the blood from my forearm was spreading over the floor i understood how much i loved that girl from the parallel form five years ago.
-when the last analgin pill was in my stomach i remembered which words my mom told me at parting.
-when my wooden stool was pushed aside with the legs i recalled the image of me sitting on it on my tenth birthday.
-when i couldn't make a move anymore to take the plastic bag off my head i figured out that had forgotten to feed my parrot.
-while cold river water was filling my lungs i realized what a touching song i had created a month ago.
-when a heavy bullet had already been in my chest i remembered that guy's voice timbre while he was reading my poems aloud.
but only when my favorite bright fresh flowers were laying in four meters above me i realised how much i wanted to live.
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