kurt cobain had flown down into the pits of hell, rescued me, and now we sat in utter darkness.
nearly nothingness.
are we still in hell?
no.
are we in Heaven?
no.
are we ok?
no.
do you know whats going on?
yes.
are you going to tell me?
no.
do i have to figure it out?
no.
do you think i can figure it out?
no.
it was a thick darkness. like gravity was heavier.
and still somewhat liquidy.
like you were underwater
but not that heavy.
like if you were a slow fish.
are we in limbo?
no.
did rock and roll just save my soul?