A moment in time, frozen. A flock of birds stuck between wing flaps, people stopped and captured as if they were statues. An abiding sense of emptiness, is this being? Storms building and bellowing as sensed of unreality was realised, memories grinding to a halt, was this the afterlife?
A perfect moment in time before the distortion of perception. Autumn, an interesting time, with dead, firey hues and biting weather. Floor littered and accompanied by fallen leaves, seeds and life. Familiarity under the wraps though in constant presence, is this the unknowable stretch that came after the regrettable instance in which left the body in a state of no return?
A hole left in time; not even a notion of pressure to the skin. Mental ability has been scrambled into a sphere as perceptions of reality were imminent but a hair width distance from unreachable. Isolation choked the lungs, an essence to be damned to. Why does it imply that something was once? Emptiness beckoned, muscles were unmovable yet did they even exist? A retch in time, how could this being occur? an unusual desolation, sound. The usual hum of a heart, blocked out by the brain, was missing. The sound of a breeze and humans was...Missing. Does this mean the usual signals of the brain lacking indicate this once was?
A hell in time. Falling into a wall of complete and utter segregation from all known but is it possible to grasp the once tangible? What is this actuality? Why does everything but what is here not happen? Is this not death, but instead an eternal concept?
A realisation of time. Is this... Me? Am I a perception of nothing? I cannot see, it is a dissociation though is this what I am? This single point at a single location where time stays perched still. Maybe this is not a singular but a collaborative, has life paused and this is the last moment? Can I fracture a plain of nothing to carry out life as it was once? Does me as a thing even sustain existence or is this all? IS it my decision to let everything free or am I trapped in a prison with no meaning or reason? Do I have no impact? Am I just?
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Instance of Occasion
General FictionA moment, a future nor past is probable. Written as a piece for English class, writing this with inspiration and quotes from the first work I made but still in itself a different situation with the same "hue."
