Green eyes, no, not green eyes. That was some creepy liquid
inside that tube that they hit in my eye with an injection. Boom! Right into
it. Didn’t even take a second. And I shivered like a hunted fish as the current
ran through my body. I saw a white pigeon fly by the serene white clouds. White
doesn’t always represent death. It’s all colors, together, like we were until I
was diagnosed.
Dark smoke rising through, following the hippie trail,
Kathmandu- Base Camp. That’s when I saw that spirit of a person I knew since
many infinites before, at least that’s what I thought. You just know it, don’t
you, when you see somebody like that?
Head tripping in slow motion as Coldplay plays the classic
Yellow. And damn you are back to that sick green shot into your eye, trying to
clear out the vibe of the person giving you that shot. And you just die, you
don’t even need them to kill you when you see it was the same spirit of a
person you thought you knew infinites ago. How sad!
