Laying on this floor,my cheeks pressed hard against the cold cement,..vivid memories of my
fall. But what would i prefer,this cold floor or the dizzyng heights from which i stumbled? My
nerves ache and in my ears rings my heart beat,louder at each thought.. But akwardly i do
find solace on this cold hard cement,its physicality and harshness comfort me,atleast its
tangible or maybe atleast i can feel its lasting presence. Actualy i could lay here for a
while.,in this state of limbo..drifting between thoughts,basking in my brokeness,comforting
my paranoia. Maybe here my the kami of my rebirth will find me.