I'm facing the bright light. I get to choose this time. Do I stay or do I go back? I hear the voice ask me one more time. I feel the cold wind blow against my skin and then my skin turns into a bumpy roadmap. I'm not sad, but I'm not happy. It's a strange feeling. I feel peace. I feel like all my problems are gone. The angel like voice speaks once again and this time it tells me to make a final choice. I let go of any thought. I stare at the bright white light. I wonder what's beyond it. "Whatever you want." Whispers the voice. I began stepping into the light, everything I see goes white. I no longer only feel peace, but I feel something more, something beautiful.
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PoetryA series of very Short Stories, Excerpts from nothing and what could be Poems. Everything you will read will be based on your interpretation. Una serie de historias demasiada cortas, extractos de la nada y lo que podrían ser poemas. Todo lo que vas...
