Kevan Smith - Know

Testing his pulse, feeling his breath, wind in his hair, on his face.  Blinking, shaking his head to make sure this isn’t some dream and he will wake.  He runs the blade across his palm just before it draws blood.

Musingly “Yep, feel that”.  He lifts his head to the darkening sky; suns sitting on his horizon, blankets of stars begin to shine. 

Through tears “I KNOW!!! I am alonnnneeee” he bellows to the stars.  Cuddles joins his guttural cry.  The scream of melancholy echoes though valleys; over landscapes; to the stars; across Via Lactea.  Mother stops blinking and listens.