Human

A wise man once told me: "Nothing that breathes is perfect."
I had to agree because, without flaws nothing would be right in the first place.

Sunday, 17 April 2011

It's gone

Theres this girl, she is the average teenage girl, always complaining about something or bragging on and on about her weight, clueless to the fact that she looks fine. Her clothes aren't fancy and she doesn't over dress, OK maybe every know and then she will show of her "feminine: side. She smiles and laughs in delight opposite to the night when she lays in her bed and drifts of at the visions of her own life. In one early morning in routine to all others something different happens, she opens her eyes and the vivid colors weren't as vivid and pristine as usual.

The air felt crisp and cold and as her feet touched wooden floors they almost felt like a blanket of snow. Ignoring this fact and seeing it as another day she continued her day. As she walked down the wooden path, she stumbled into what looked like a forest, the colors still dead in sight and no track of life. The colors kept fading and fading as she took each step forward, an unfamiliar and strange feel crawled up her spine creating grouse bumps all over neck and arms. She shriveled at the sensation but didn't stop walking.

Her walk came to an abrupt stop when a polite wind blew her hair, she turned back to to investigate nothing was what she saw. She looked around and realized everything was black and white, she stood their breathing as the cold slowly turn her into ice. Drops of blood fell from her cold nose, she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers, her breathing intensifying and she battled to respire and he heart beating and a slower pace by the second, it was clear what was coming next, gravity was to powerful as her body hit the ground, laying of the floor quivering from the cold her thoughts were clear and the only thing that entered her life was all the best moments, all the happiness, the fun and the unforgettable.

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