The cold embrace of the dark

   Here I am. Lying in bed. Collection of memories and experiences, a modern day relic.Left behind,underperforming,underpowered,left behind,forgotten.Discarded. Shell of a man. A shotgun shell loaded into the rusty old shotgun.Worn but true. Aimed,held high and shot far far away.I close my eyes and fly. Fly like the bullet to the moon. Fly far,fly fast,no looking back. Past the bright stars,past the noises and the lights. The further I go, the quieter it gets. Darker,colder,lonelier. Some stars look as bright as the sun while most are fading,dying as I leave them behind on my way.

   I am on the moon. Cold,isolation,pure dark. Surrounded by the flags of yesteryear. The relics of mankind.The fading greatness of what once was. The flags are bright and slowly fight back the dark, which ultimately envelopes all around,in this dark space of mine. The darkness lulls me to sleep,it surrounds and embraces,it provides the comfort and tranquillity for the lost and weary wandering soul. The monster is the doctor and the medicine is peace. Still,silent and absent. The bullet has found it’s target,it’s reached its destination and the shot has hit. It hit hard but the pain slowly goes away until there is nothing but dark.