Desperation. That feeling you get when Plan A, and Plan B
fall through. When there is no way out. A mesh of emotions that entangle your
every breath. That leave you waiting for the end.
There was so much ice. Everywhere I looked, there was ice.
Not water, not sky, not any form of life. Just ice. I needed
out. I could feel my blood cooling inside my body, and my heart slowing to a
stop. My self-awareness had long since gone, and all I knew was that I needed home.
Seconds went by, and light filtered the room. I was home.
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