An introduction
I knew this was my moment.
The anguish that came in short splutters from the doctor’s mouth left me more than shell-shocked.
The panic that came after, however, knocked me over.
The doctor was the grim reaper, issuing death sentences to the people who visited him, unfeeling, cold, and resistant to the pleas and bargains of the victims. The sentence struck a chord in my heart, with the sudden realization that the clock in my body had begun to tick, the second hand spinning away in reverse.
The sickly lurch of a rollercoaster, where you feel yourself falling yet your subconscious still lingers at the peak of the fall. That was how I felt, cascading into nothingness, slowly but surely, minus the seatbelts that would provide the safety I needed so dearly at this point of time. Sure, change is the only constant, but I didn’t need this.
One would call it metamorphosis. The period of change, the period at which you could find yourself again. Every cloud has its silver lining. On second thought, this one was plated in gold.
I knew this was my moment.
The anguish that came in short splutters from the doctor’s mouth left me more than shell-shocked.
The panic that came after, however, knocked me over.
The doctor was the grim reaper, issuing death sentences to the people who visited him, unfeeling, cold, and resistant to the pleas and bargains of the victims. The sentence struck a chord in my heart, with the sudden realization that the clock in my body had begun to tick, the second hand spinning away in reverse.
The sickly lurch of a rollercoaster, where you feel yourself falling yet your subconscious still lingers at the peak of the fall. That was how I felt, cascading into nothingness, slowly but surely, minus the seatbelts that would provide the safety I needed so dearly at this point of time. Sure, change is the only constant, but I didn’t need this.
One would call it metamorphosis. The period of change, the period at which you could
The anguish that came in short splutters from the doctor’s mouth left me more than shell-shocked.
The panic that came after, however, knocked me over.
The doctor was the grim reaper, issuing death sentences to the people who visited him, unfeeling, cold, and resistant to the pleas and bargains of the victims. The sentence struck a chord in my heart, with the sudden realization that the clock in my body had begun to tick, the second hand spinning away in reverse.
The sickly lurch of a rollercoaster, where you feel yourself falling yet your subconscious still lingers at the peak of the fall. That was how I felt, cascading into nothingness, slowly but surely, minus the seatbelts that would provide the safety I needed so dearly at this point of time. Sure, change is the only constant, but I didn’t need this.
One would call it metamorphosis. The period of change, the period at which you could find yourself again. Every cloud has its silver lining. On second thought, this one was plated in gold.
I knew this was my moment.
The anguish that came in short splutters from the doctor’s mouth left me more than shell-shocked.
The panic that came after, however, knocked me over.
The doctor was the grim reaper, issuing death sentences to the people who visited him, unfeeling, cold, and resistant to the pleas and bargains of the victims. The sentence struck a chord in my heart, with the sudden realization that the clock in my body had begun to tick, the second hand spinning away in reverse.
The sickly lurch of a rollercoaster, where you feel yourself falling yet your subconscious still lingers at the peak of the fall. That was how I felt, cascading into nothingness, slowly but surely, minus the seatbelts that would provide the safety I needed so dearly at this point of time. Sure, change is the only constant, but I didn’t need this.
One would call it metamorphosis. The period of change, the period at which you could