The things you realize
When something promise you that it can make your existence a bit interesting
in every shade of black
and darker. . .
Something unknown
Beyond any definition
Pull
Thrill
Joy
For the unknown
Sounds dangerous
I know
Nonsense
Unimaginable
Emotion
Delusion
Faith
What keeps you sane?
What extremes could you take?
Insanity
Extremities
Sometimes it is the insanity that keeps you sane,
Extremities makes you explore beyond limits
Sounds familiar?
The attraction to go past the borderline
Let me tell you
Been there,
So far
Floating
in an infinite space
drifting
from sleep to consciousness
Numb
Where am I?
It's so dark. . I can't tell.
Voices. .
Worried
familiar
People
Alive
Weird
Strange
Cold. . empty
My body craves warmth
My eyes beg. . .
Lights please
Thirsty!
Water please?
Choking?
No. I'm drowning?!
Am I?
Somebody's falling
And falling. . .
Am I falling?
But there's nothing.
Space
Infinity
Nada
Where am I?
Tic. .Toc
What?
Tic. .
Toc . .
. . . . . silence . . . . . . .
Spinning
Compressing
Suffocating
Stop.Please.
A pause
Thank Goodness!
Laughter
"My pleasure."
Confuse already?
We are not even starting
Would you keep a secret
If I tell you my story?
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Seventeen Twenty Forty-Seven
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Disclaimer
I'm always good at first . . .continuation is a struggle
so don't be surprise if it takes quite some time to move forward
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Seventeen Twenty Forty-Seven
General FictionIf I had known death would be much boring than my wasted life, I shoudn't have let myself die.
