You see again with reborn eyes.
Where you died, you cannot recall.
But where you were born you can tell it was your home.
There are waves that pass us by,
There are times where sound comes so thin. Memories so blushed, so sweet.
Yet few are times when you die in silence with such imagery.
Death, rebirth.
I died in solitude, confined to a room of dark corners.
Black, white.
Awoken somewhere in the middle of covers.
Immersed between soft shadows and dim rays that called for open eyes.
You knew it then...
Welcome back to the club, my friend.
