On the edge

The spirits have come.

Figures in white coats hover around, tinkering with various contraptions and whispering jargon. I look at surrounding grey screens, but those do not display warmth, which I desperately wait to see. Suddenly, I know the difference between looking and seeing, hearing and listening, speech and expression.

I love you, spirits, as I feel unloved and unwanted here. I am ready to fly, or take a dip. The water is cool, blue and peaceful. Or is it the sky? I feel the bliss of nothingness, the lightness of just being.

Life support systems are being yanked off.


Photo Challenge #202

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