I Felt Like Him

It was here. Maybe not RIGHT here, but close. It could be though. This was the spot where he was gone. Never to rise again. I wonder what he was thinking? Was he even thinking?

Was it loneliness and despair that did him in? Did he even understand himself?

All we can do now is speculate. And I hope that I'm not him. Because he and I are a lot closer than we think.

I will rise again tomorrow. I'm sure of it.

Joaquin out.