The world slows for split second
You lose control of your body
Everything goes quiet
But there’s so much noise around
The world continues to move
The panic and chaos sets in
What damage is done?
Who has been hurt?
What happens next?
You’ve stopped moving
But your mind is racing
What just happened?

“I am still here”

“I am still here”
The words etched on an old bathroom wall
Several drinks throughout the night
Everything began to get fuzzy
I clumsily shuffled through crowds and doors
And found myself looking at those words again and again
There was something sober about the etching
Who did it and what did it mean?
Out of all the names and dates scratched onto the walls
There was one bold statement
In the most strange of places
And I wish I had the means to pen
“And lives are better because of it”