Monday, April 6, 2009
All my experiences from the last few years certainly the last several months are catching up with me.
Hey I'm good,..just a bit nuts so no change there I guess.
I'm in my new home, but I still think It's someone else's. I'm still trying to get used to being a person again. Strange is what I'd call my current life.
These last seasons have been filled with dangers, despairs, hopes, and surreal adventures. I think I'm, supposed to be dead. I'm sure of that.
Perhaps of exposure on one of those cold nights I slept on the streets or I 'was' killed in that mugging.
What's happened since. My being rescued by family, getting my health back, finding a new home. All these things are shadows.
The reality is I'm still in that alley on the ground bleeding to death. That or curled up in a doorway or in Liberty park succumed to hyperthermia.
What I've lived in the pass sixty days was, 'is' a dream within the few seconds before my death.
I have a fear I'll wake up at the very last moment. It will be night, it will be cold. I take a ragged breath, and drift into eternity.