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Like the seasons, my life creeps surely
towards the cold. My skin feels warm, but my heart not. My tongue tastes the bland snowflakes and they quickly disappears. The numbness settles, as I slowly feel oblivious about the warmth crawling away into the abyss. The blood beneath my skin clots and hardens, like a dam it builds, as the throbbing sinks and floats. My fingers curl as the remaining warmth escapes from my fingertips. The frost nibbles at my toes now, The pain is quickly felt but leaves sooner. The only feeling left in my limbs is the nothingness as I were in inexistence. An existence only quantified by flesh and bones and nothing else. My mind gradually loses control of my breathing as I coughed and wheezed, as if the cold was consuming my age. Yet, age now matters not. The wound is inflicted and mortal. Fatal to a man like me. I can only wait, and think nothing while the pain accompanies me into the oblivion. One way ticket, I thought. Like the season, my life is entering winter. The solstice is here. dimwit at 1/25/2009 07:41:00 PM |
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