Peace and Pieces

 They say counting waves is pointless- but is it really? I have kept count and i have counted upto a billion and recounted another twenty times- its only now that im vaguely bored.

They also said death was scary- but is it really?

I remember the moment i died with little clarity- even in life, i was not one for a sharp memory.

I can only recollect it in bits and pieces- the sudden weightlessness- like something banging into me and i am flying- but that was for a moment before a crashing weight on me. And some hours- or was it minutes of agony- pain, piercing, raw and metallic.

Then an end.

A calm settling over me. A light, gradual dawn and colours- colours all around!

Slowly i see again- i trace my memories- memories from my life- swirling all around, tickling my feet, teasing my now non existent brain. 

I see the smiles, the tears, the fears- all scattered around messily. I want to concentrate- i want to see the smile beaming through my teeth when i saw my first ever exclusive birthday present of a cycle, i want to see the tears that flowed through when i lost Her, i want to see it all, i want to live it all, again.

And then the pain again; heavy, weighing me down, blurring my vision. 

I notice a looming darkness and i notice the waves swirling around me slowly blur away, taking the shape of water. 

I panic for a moment- i havent finished taking stock of that full life i had- i need another minute, or a lifetime.

Then the dark washes over me, and with it a calm.

I feel weightless again- not flying anymore, just floating. And i keep floating.

If you feel a tickle at your ear by a swirl of wind, dont be shy, say hello to me.