While being dragged down threw thoughts and emotions.
I let go. Of the last little part of sane I had left.
Loosing my hold of reality.
My hand.. caught.
I stop falling.
There is a bright light cast around a figure..
Looks as if and angel.
I sit there.. still..
Being pulled toward the light..
My eyes open.
Squinting for the light had not yet faded.
Standing.. Then wincing..
Stopping. I was caught.
After being lifted back on to the bed from which I laid.
I look up.. the light fades..
Showing.. Reveling.. this guardian of mine.
To my surprise.
Dark brown.. eyes length hair.
Crystal blue eyes.
A worried expression.
All focused on me.
I look down.
A IV in my wrist surrounded by bandages.
A gown covering my red stained legs and arms.
Im not sure how I got here..
Closing my eyes as your lips touch mine.
I forget what I was worried about.
'Stay Strong.. I Love You. <3'
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