ANCHORAGE METRO

His words are spoken but I do not hear a sound, he laid beside me with tears I can not comfort. I'm paralyzed watching the days turn to night, I feel no change as the weather turns branches blood red like veins of the earth reaching with the pulse of wind reaching toward the burning sky of blue, I laid lifeless. feeling great sadness with no reason in the world to move. Should the beauty of the day out my window be the only reason for spring is here, but madness of winter has frozen my soul. A bird, flies past my window 3 times and I now see through the eyes of the bird, looking back at my physical self I watch has I start to live my life again, moving, interacting with my world doing the things I would do if I was not so sad. But it is not me. I'm here. looking in disbelief, feeling, complete. How can that be me. A reminder perhaps, am I complete? After a few more passes with eyes of the bird, I can visually see in a first person view as I leave the bird I notice I'm free of my physical self and the bird, pausing long enough to wonder where next should I go. Within that moment I choose my physical self, I return instinctively as I had wish. With in same moment I see my real self or what possessed me I see evil and I fight, scream, cry, not to return, I'm helpless, automatically from the time I decided. Maybe, just maybe it's not me that what has occupied my physical self while I flew on the verge of departing this world. Although I return the days and nights flew past my window but I never move as I watched him sleep alone. Am I alive?