"It was night. I stood alone on the road.
Someone knocked me down—
and for seven minutes, a reel of memories played in my head.
Then came the black.
Not death,
but the kind of quiet
that only comes
when you finally stop pretending to belong.

I left the world that never felt like mine—
not with a scream,
but a sigh.
And in that void,
for the first time,
"...I wasn’t lost.
I was—
find."