vomir de l'ange

you know that feeling when you're lying on the ground and all your blood is pouring out and you know you're slowly dying, but you've lost too much blood that you can't get up, and you don’t even care to do anything about it? that's me right now. and I'm not sure if what I'm seeing now is a dream or if my life is flashing before my eyes or if it's something else, but

this is what I see: I'm hunched over the toilet puking my brains out, and a voice tells me the end of the world is coming. somehow I have the energy to run to your house. somehow, before the windows shatter and everything becomes nothing, I grab your hand and this is how we turn to dust.

this is what I see: I barge into your room as you're taking a toke, and at first you panic, but then you say, "oh, okay. it's just you." it's just me.

this is what I see: the world is spinning. it's a blur of lights, a carousel of colours. I'm dancing. when I close my eyes, I see myself falling, but keeping my eyes open makes me feel dizzy. I'm confusing the sights I see with opened eyes for the pictures I see with closed eyes. I'm scared to death. I'm crying hysterically. I'm so fucking drunk.

this is what I see: my guts on the pavement. it looks like a picture I painted last week. it looks like the bruises on my left hip and right cheek. I see a world with no sun but with flashlights blinding me and one hundred faces in my face poking me with sticks and asking me if I'm still alive.

this is what I see: I'm running. the wind is strong enough to push me down to my knees, and running too fast is still not fast enough, so I run until my lungs crumble and I collapse and I cry I cry I cry. I look like I'm drowning in a river but feeling alright. I see myself lying in the grass and I'm inhaling, I'm exhaling. the earth underneath me is breathing with me, and maybe I will not die alone after all.