Photo by: Allan, P. (2016). Loneliness Is A Signal, Not Just A Feeling. Retrieved from here.
The scars in the wind take my breath away.
Not the breath that lingers around us even after we’ve taken our last;
Not the breath that gives you life and makes you feel the scars;
The scars in the wind tear me apart;
The scars that gives my heart its last beat.
The last time I’ll take a breath is when that beat is over.
I make it last so my breath becomes another scar.
Another lingering life,
Another body left cold,
The only way to savour that breath is a final goodbye.
Goodbye to the feelings that I once could feel in my body;
Goodbye to the faces around me that will remain full of life while I go;
Goodbye to the sadness that stays behind in my last few moments.
A lifeless body,
Shattering tears in the scars of the wind.
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