lip's curl to the floor as a breath releases a hot question
"how did i get here?" on this cold floor, with my chest heaving for the life that i'm about to lose.
my mind wanders of what an age old conundrum this has been to many people at different moments, at different times, in different and many circumstances. Every soul old or well enough to formulate the words must have asked themselves this at least once. It's when the day or fleeting moment comes when nothing makes sense in our own minds. It's when our thoughts and expectations have deceived us.
