  Is that time of the day when the sun is so hard on you all your senses seem to fall into sleep. Makes you really want to go to sleep.
An hour ago I was walking down the street with my mind going through several layers of thoughts: Drawing pictures... ranting... remembering... hiding images... projecting... planning... falling... falling... falling... Then it hit me, hot in my face, exhilarating life in form of steam and I ran. Didn't look backwards to what was after me, I only sensed it, reaching towards me. I finally woke up only to discover I was buried alive, dust was falling on my face, hands close to me, I couldn't move.
And waited for death, trying to see her face in the middle of a darkness so black I couldn't hear my own heartbeat nor my thoughts. She didn't even kissed me, gave me the worst of deaths and ignored me. Three hundred years later and i'm still lying in my tomb, decomposed, dust to dust. Only I remember me and my cry for help. 
