The Walk-in
I am there watching, waiting for my turn. Hovering and peering over the edge of the darkness that surrounds me. A being of pure, unconditional love. I am whole, I am complete, I am ‘one’ with the Universe and the great creator. Looking upon the bright blue glow of Earth hanging in the black and calmness of space. I can see him too. Right down to the tiny details. My sight locked on to the train hurtling along the tracks. It’ll pick up speed soon enough. He’s on the train. Driving it. He will excuse himself momentarily and go to the toilet cubicle. He will end his life. It’s part of his soul contract. He decided nineteen years ago that by this day, he would’ve had enough life experiences on Earth to enrich his soul. Then it would be my turn. We made a deal before he was born.