limbo.

miracles.

                         Miracles are a wonderful thing aren't they. Life does not work in miracles. But hope can help someone desperate. Love. Hate. All overrun by sadness. Clogged by blindness. Some things just don't work with miracles. Like me. I have no idea where I am.  This world doesn't have a name. But since I am almost dead, I'm gonna call it limbo. Since it's basically the dimension between death and life. I hear a soothing voice. "Everything will be OK" I hear the voice say. "Everything" as everything in my peripherals fades to black.

                          I would like to remember everything. But it's just... gone. I wish I knew why. This time in here would be a bit more... interesting. I guess some things are better without knowledge of it. My life was important. I know that for sure. Because I would not be here. I would be dead. And the death of a bad person would go unnoticed. It all just looked. Bright. Like something was at the end. I had to get to it somehow. I just had to walk.