Second

She woke up on the world seventeen years ago, in a darkened night (though all nights are darkened these days). There was no moon they say, but it actually could not be seen. It was there.

She was there.

She woke up on the world seventeen years ago, in a place I could not reach. I was reading a book called “Avoiding Suicide” by Kurt Cobain and it was helping me not.

She had woken up already. Moonlit trees were shining on a brilliant night. She was blazing there behind. She was blazing.

Behind the tree where nothing shines.