On my last breath, I finally realized what he meant to me…
He had been with me all along yet I had ignored him.
He had gifted me his purity and I had vented out my pollution.
He had surrounded me with calm and quiet but I had pierced him with noise.
I was selfish. He was generous.
I was asleep. He was present.
I was me. He is air.
Epilogue:
As my corpse lies motionless, he, my friend, parcels me into infinite pieces to be blown to all corners of this vast universe as new me.
Shawn
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