You’re running. Oh God you are running away so fast and the blood is pounding in your brain and each streetlamp is so bright that you have to shield your eyes because you feel interrogated and unable to hide from all the judgement and truth of the world.

You have slipped in the cracks and you are falling. Face down, cheek cold against the worn tar, you just wait for the ground to soften and swallow you into the dark, quiet oblivion of non-existence. You feel so cold. And empty.
The tiny little pebbles leave tiny little imprints on your skin. You can see your breath escape your lips. The sure sign you are still alive. When you were little you used to put a twig in your mouth and pretend you were smoking. When you were little your dad carried you on his shoulders. And your mother rarely cried. When you were little you used to fly. And climb up the trees and hang from your knees and watch this upside down world go by.

And now here you are. Lying on the road, staring at the infinate and oh so wondrous universe in your bra and undies. What has happened to you? Why are you here?
Why everything? Why why why why WHY???
You want to be saved, but you know you won't be. It's too late and you're too hopeless. You don't want to hurt anymore. You want to go back.
Back to when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
everything was beautiful...

The sound of a distant horn. And tyres screeching. And someone yelling.
And you are smiling. Come take me. I'm not afraid. I'm ready; goodbye