ink

i died for a moment or two

on the 1^st of January 2013

I closed my eyes

to be woken up

and there was a stranger

sitting by my bed

and not a stranger at all

holding my hand

I saw fear and relief

mixed in their eyes

like ink and water

in a glass

there was no light

no tunnel

no memory of being dead

just an absence

void

black hole

nothing changed

everything changed

I became mortal