An opened heart, a hopened smile, a teary laugh.
He searches through the aisles for the shaking cries of his past.
He pushed through the sluggish bodies and empty minds, going against the grain of humanity.
He took in a mouth full of shallow breath and toxic thoughts. He slowed down and watched as the graying hair and wasting lives passed him.
He laid on the floor, watching the changing ceiling. His colors mixing with the colors of others, his thoughts intruding theirs.
The lights dimmed, his chest felt heavy.
The ending is only the beginning.