BBeatsAll

My bare hands are pushed against the wall in front, immediately I recognize the familiar-seeming texture, memories of thick air in the woods during a wild hunt, sunbathing during hot and sunny days with leisure. My eyes are slowly beginning to open, a never-ending stare at nothingness, memories are coming and I try to hold'em, I fail and fade away into darkness. My mind is going blank, free falling in the sky, this sky is pitch black, this sky is all mine. Deprived of breath, beaten by heat, all that's left, is me.