An outer body experience , yeah this is what it's called.
Looking from the outside in.
Living something but dead at the same time.
Did my soul pass on with his or would I just like to think so?
The chaos going on around me doesn't bother me in the slightest even if the rain would wash me away with the dirt on the road I wouldn't care at all.
Nor would I notice.
He is gone and they just confirmed it.
The aluminium like bag he is being put in scares me.
He is gone, but the guilt I feel bubbling inside of me is like a life threatening fire, burning it's way open destroying everything in sight.
He left me with those three words , those 8 consecutive letters.
He didn't have the right to do that to me!
I can still feel him on me , his soft touch all over my body. His memorable scent, orange cinnamon and vanilla. When I close my eyes his bright blue eyes are the first things that pops into my mind. I can see his perfect smile.