As I watch the movement of the clock a feeling strikes through my body.
A feeling that I can't shake off.
It haunts me.
The clock continues to move.
Second by second,
Minutes by minute.
I wish it could stop for one minute. Just for a minute. So I could keep moving with it and not after it.
I am tired of running.
Why can't I keep hanging on?
The weird feeling keeps growing inside of my body. I want to throw up and scream. As I stare at the time it feels like I am running out of breath.
Why can't the time just freeze?
The room begins to be filled with the echoes of the clock's movement.
As every seconds passes, it feels like I am falling.
Slowly.
I am falling and I can't control it.
I can't see the end.
I can't see the ground beneath me.
Suddenly everything goes silent. The darkness slowly creeps around my whole existence.
I close my eyes as I wait for my body to hit the ground.
The problem isn't about the fall.
The fall doesn't scare me.
I am not afraid of falling.
The feeling of the ground is the one I am scared of.
I am afraid of what is waiting for me after the fall
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Might be a lot of grammar mistakes, but this will be a good training for me to strengthen my vocabulary and grammar in English😵💫❤️
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En storm av tanker//a storm of thoughts
PuisiThis little book is about storming thoughts, which rushes inn our everyday life. A book about the burden of thoughts and emotions that hides in your shadows A little book, which explains the unexplained. At the same time leaving no explanation behin...
