Short Stories

Crashing

Everything is crumbling.
Collapsing.
Coming down on top of me.
I don't understand.
I feel something yet nothing.
Like a flicker of heat in an ice bath.
I guess I've blocked my whole life so much that I can't unblock it.
what's real?
Certainly not me.
Drifting in a cold space of light blue, not knowing from my up to my down.
The things I feel I know are real but.....
There's no way to know while being buried under all this rubble.