Chapter 1 ~ Reborn
MOD SUN
Everything you are could be everything you were
As I exhaled a rush came over me that I had never imagined
No longer did I taste the recycled air jumping in and out of my lungs
This breath belonged to me for the first time
I could feel the links of every chain that tied me down to reality being broken one by one
This isnt the kind of freedom my president speaks about
This is real
The exhilaration of this foreign feeling had made me utterly oblivious to the fact
That my eyelashes had become hundred pound barbells, determined to deal my eyelids shut
I struggled to form a sentence as the words "
I'm good" dripped out of my mouth, barely making it past my teeth
Had I known this was my last statement, I would have attempted to put it more eloquently
The world as I knew it slowly faded to black as I fell into an infinite slumber
Welcome to the dream
The second you turn that last page is the beginning of your new life
You're just taking your first breath
These are your first thoughts
Congratulations, you've successfully completed the first portion of being you
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
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