even when darkness surround me,
i can still feel it,
the sensation, this feeling.
where,
my hand is being held on,
as if wanted me to help,
and the look-- that look.
inside the oxygen mask
with both of the eyes closed,
it hurts.
both of us.
it hurts for me too.
as I can't do a shit,
and my right hand tightly held, by a sums of hardly gathered energy left,
weakly,
I raise my left hand, and rub my eyes.
I still can't forget. I don't know when will I forget.
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