Dated : 16/11/2013
Wasn't content when I woke up this morning. Mind is still praying. Laying my face against the pillow, covered my head. But kept on seeing the blood. Never felt safe in my room which always tells me that my intuitions will never go wrong. Hands reached for the phone. No new messages. Wished you a good morning at 9.01 am.
Not even bothered to fold the bed cover, went down. Realised what chaos in real life meant. Stood under the shower for a couple of minutes to remind myself that my head is not burning. It was not the usual cold. Hands had gone pale. Mom called me for breakfast from a wall away. Experienced like those sound waves had crossed several seas to hit my eardrum. Got fresh. Came out. Stuffed my mouth with some food.
Switched on the TV. The buttons in the remote were pressed with an unusual speed. Reverting from one to another and again going back. Perhaps I was just a robot that possibly forgets to breathe. Nothing emerged that could detach for sometime from my physical state. For the good or the bad, eyes got stuck to "SISTER ACT" by Sia Issac which was on my brother's book shelf. Its new. Smelled fresh. I ran across the pages. This was the last line in the 6 th page. "No new green leaves will be seen by his eyes. Death is only an acute pain to retain the last shred of air you have within. "
This sencente collapsed my head and intruded into the emptiness of my mind like a wild fire. Ran upstairs. Reached for my phone. 2 missed calls on the screen. Called back. Your voice was resonant. Your breaths were rushing too fast to spill the words over me. I guessed. My mind processed a visual. You laying alone in a vehicle crowd. "Had an accident." These words came to me across the ear piece. My pulse rate slowed down. My diaphragm collapsed and my nerves are on. "He is safe"- the inner angel said. I truly got my breath back and I AM ALIVE !
With regards
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PS: Stay close
Wasn't content when I woke up this morning. Mind is still praying. Laying my face against the pillow, covered my head. But kept on seeing the blood. Never felt safe in my room which always tells me that my intuitions will never go wrong. Hands reached for the phone. No new messages. Wished you a good morning at 9.01 am.
Not even bothered to fold the bed cover, went down. Realised what chaos in real life meant. Stood under the shower for a couple of minutes to remind myself that my head is not burning. It was not the usual cold. Hands had gone pale. Mom called me for breakfast from a wall away. Experienced like those sound waves had crossed several seas to hit my eardrum. Got fresh. Came out. Stuffed my mouth with some food.
Switched on the TV. The buttons in the remote were pressed with an unusual speed. Reverting from one to another and again going back. Perhaps I was just a robot that possibly forgets to breathe. Nothing emerged that could detach for sometime from my physical state. For the good or the bad, eyes got stuck to "SISTER ACT" by Sia Issac which was on my brother's book shelf. Its new. Smelled fresh. I ran across the pages. This was the last line in the 6 th page. "No new green leaves will be seen by his eyes. Death is only an acute pain to retain the last shred of air you have within. "
This sencente collapsed my head and intruded into the emptiness of my mind like a wild fire. Ran upstairs. Reached for my phone. 2 missed calls on the screen. Called back. Your voice was resonant. Your breaths were rushing too fast to spill the words over me. I guessed. My mind processed a visual. You laying alone in a vehicle crowd. "Had an accident." These words came to me across the ear piece. My pulse rate slowed down. My diaphragm collapsed and my nerves are on. "He is safe"- the inner angel said. I truly got my breath back and I AM ALIVE !
With regards
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PS: Stay close
