It was the moment. The moment decided by the hand on a face. That hand had a sister, and a brother, who both belonged to that face. That face was one of many, who all copied him, and his hands. It was a clock.
This is my story, my story of how things were discovered, my story of my journey, my story of stories, waiting to be told, and in the future I will tell my story, but first, I have to live it.
Many have waited for my decision, the decision of discovery, journey, stories and life. Among these many people, I can find myself. I am yet unsure about my future, about my decision and about my life, and that is what frightens me. I understand my destiny, my destiny to thrive and live and discover, but I don't know how this will come to be. I don't know how to fulfil my destiny.
Yet still, it is that moment, and people are still waiting for my decision, for soon the moment will be over, when my decision is made. That is the thing, the moment has come, when the decision must be made, but I do not know what the decision should be, the problem is, time. It can't be handled like money can. It can't be stolen like gold can. It can't be given like presents can, but it can trail on, like water in a river.
But then, standing on that tallest of podiums that no-one had stood on for centuries, a light was appearing. My eyes are adjusting slowly, but time is waiting and so is my adrenaline, I don't think anyone else can see it, and I am wondering why when my eyes can see again...
I don't know what is happening, I am shrouded by darkness and my arms are heavy, as are my eyelids, all I want to do is fall asleep but I know I must not. I have known that I am in danger since I was born. That fate was decided to be mine on the day the first decision was made. But I still haven't made my decision, for that moment was postponed, seeing as I don't know where are am, who I am with, or why I am there.
