When I finally reached the very end of my journey, I was disconcerted to find that it was yet another beginning. And when that beginning ended, it flowed directly into another beginning, skipping over a middle like regular phases don't hold any meaning anymore. I started to wonder how long exactly I have been trapped in this endless cycle, and how long it will continue to cage me. Then again, maybe time holds no importance in this wretched place, and I should have just erased the ticking of clocks out of my mind the moment I left my mortal existence.
Author's Note: My drabble about endings and beginnings for The Flash-Fic Appears.
