On the Other Side The air of the blurry world around me was stale and stagnant with irritating scents I could not recognize. I assumed it was a mix of medical chemicals of patients passed with the smell of fresh mold slithering its way up the walls. I winced, positioning myself up right while vaguely noticing the bits of worn tile shaken loose from my black and green sweater as I moved painstakingly slow. Everything was sore and my skull throbbed to a rhythm similar to a heavy metal bands drums. I held one hand to the left side of my head gingerly, hoping maybe that would some how steady pulsating. Upon looking over my surroundings with my drowsy eyes, the migraine was miraculously forgotten.
"Where in the hell....?," I heard myself stammer out softly as I moved my head
Blind LoveYou are hopelessly in Love,Blind Love1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With all that is Love,
But does Love ever see you?