MySelf in Black

The light was shining on my books, which no longer could see more. The fire was already on my eyes could not mourn anymore. My heart was a thousand
per hour when the whole night I was quiet in a corner. The feeling of fear and sweat in the back when I invaded lost consciousness.
Everything became black again.

The light was shining on my books, the fire in my eyes, my legs no longer tremble and clear ideas for the first time. My mind was never able to be so awake.

I set my hands in my reflection, my shadow and my feet to make sure that person who had been awakened from this dream / nightmare was really me. I tried to recall memories of my childhood, my first steps, the laughs of my brother, my mother's kisses, my father ...my first ride in a bike, the time I fell from a tree, my first kiss, my diploma, my children, my husband, my grandchildren, the love of my life, my death and my resurrection. Everything came to me. Everything came to me and everything was gone.
Again alone among these four walls with a halogen light and writing letters to a lost soul that will never exist.