I can see death.

I can see the cold bellowing from the depths of my body just to merge with the emptiness around me. I can feel forgotten. In this moment, on the wet of ground, in the hollow of night, I feel unknown. Which makes full sense, because I never felt anything other while here. I could never relate to those around me, so I could never embrace closeness. In a way, I feel at home lying here. It is all too familiar to fight. All to welcoming to reject. So I will fall. This is where I am meant to be; covered in the sins of my past. Let us see if the stories are true.