Too High Off the Ground, Too Low In the Sky
The balance, forever teetering, he stared in amazement.
I sat by Dougie's side, not leaving. I stared at him, through glassy and red eyes, would he do this? Drug himself, no, poison himself! It made no sense. He had a happy life so I have no idea what could have been going on. I wish he would just wake up and tell me. I want him to tell me. I need him to tell.
"Danny time to go." I hear Tom say. I shake my head no. "Danny visiting hours are over and Dougie needs to rest. Doctor said he'll be okay by tomorrow."
It still wasn't convincing enough I got up and asked a nurse for a spare blanket and pillows. I'm staying with him tonight.
The waiting room is such a pain to be in. It's so dull and boring, nothing here to take my mind off of... him.
Dougie? Dougie are you still there?
"Bad news, Danny..."
The balance made no effort to stop. The booming voice, eyes grew wider than imagined.
His presence still lingers. In our hearts, minds, and souls. He disturbs the dreams that were once peaceful but also holds the light in our nightmares. We all wonder where he is now and sometimes we ask out loud, "Where is he?". What do we answer? What do I answer most specifically?
Dougie. He's really high off the ground but still too low in the sky.