The beginning of the end.
'Time waits for nobody.'
That is something I realised. As a child, I heard that from my mother while was was child, a complacent child in particular. This is the quote that came to mind when I was stuck in my cell. The memory which manifested as I recently hit my recent point.
My feet exposed to the harsh temperature slowly numbing my nerves over time as the stone floor absorbed the ice cold energies of the snow. My eyes getting sleepy and red due to the raging tsunamis in my mind, dreading the effects of the aftermath of my nearing death. My skin burning off the heat to defend me. My body enduring the icy inferno breeze which slid through the iron bars of my prison window.
As I close my eyes, I see vivid visions of myself five days later, being led to the slaughterhouse and sensing the rough prickling splinters of the rope around my neck. I hear multiple inmates, male and female alike , cheering for my death sentence and sadistically reveling at the idea of me battling Death in a tug of war game clutching my life force with a passion as I attempt to allow air to pass through my oesophagus which was getting tightened slowly but surely.
I squint my left eye and peer at the light, that being the sunset. A silver lining slowly fainting in the horizon as the night slowly manifested itself before those of the land of the living. The colours of the sky shifting and the transition was a phenomenon to the human eye.
In my heart of hearts and my conscience is when I began to appreciate the transitions of nature and the gift of life which was destined to slip out of my body ever since that day I was in the Supreme Court seven years ago.
Then, I shifted my thoughts on the outer world, my friends and my loved ones. The nostalgia. The distant yet outstanding memories. The images of them shifting one into another like an animation. I though of Winston, my great companion, though a gangster , is one of good company and has a lion's heart. Pat, the furry buddy whom I loved from a distance due to the horrific scenes I witnessed of victims getting swallowed like cans of tuna with minimal effort. My pet lizard, which I haven't heard of nor seen in years. Mary, my assistant. Firstly, my family. The thoughts of the well beings of my children and my dying wife concerned me.
After all, I pray that the best occurs and as for life, I that seen things that I have not seen and known what I have not known.
Life is life.
That's a fact.
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