Purple Sky

I woke up this morning and didn't recognize the world I’m in. The world that I inhabit the past twentyseven years. A blur forgotten where items were more than feelings attached to attachments crafted and grafted in my skin and soul.

Now looking around trying to name everything for one final time - again. The colors of the objects, the people, and where the horses that I knew had gone, the hills I climbed over in the past broke apart. That I'm so sure about that memory of mine that never failed me before is now a trap with spikes that impale my mind. I know that your embrace won't keep me grounded to stick around and not travel to the afterlife that I dreamed of in days and many nights.

I came to this bench each and every night to stare afar in what begat a rainfall, the light of life purpled by the blue and turned into red.