Dried out well

Feels like at the rock bottom. Sounds of music, droplets hitting rocks, sounds echoing in this empty pit. Dried out well.

Memories of summer, the hot air, the breeze that burns your skin.

“Do you remember that you did not live in vain?”

It all came to pass. All of it. Right now there is nothing.

Skinny body, touch – can’t remember, can’t really feel…

Lie on rock bottom with music of your life playing. Events pass by as movie.

The parts with drama, the happiness, sadness – but I’m here in the depths of dried well.

Light is like a dot at the top. Above.

Have to remember…


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