If it is true that your life flashes past your eyes before you die then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you are ready to live.

The flashing lights get brighter when I close my eyes and imagine where I will be. The person I've been seeking for so long, the who, what, when, where and why. The one who go lost when the lights went out. When I gave up and said fuck it because my mind, body and soul could take no more. Then I was just living which is the same as dying if your ask my. All the hurt and pain kept flashing when I thought about the flashing lights that could be. Not letting go of the past and move into the flashing light. Every now and again there will be a small light glowing in the distance , but the darkness over takes that small flashing light that could be.