Apr 26, 2015

Written Practice

Free Flow Wind

It was a windy night, the clouds were scattering randomly in the dimly lit sky. Sweat was pouring furiously all over my forehead. I panicked. Where am I? What am I doing here? How did I get here? Why can I see everything around me and yet I have no way of knowing where I am nor can I move any of my body parts? Am I dead? Am I alive?


So many questions were swirling inside my head. For the first time in my life, I felt the once absent feeling from within my whole being. I felt fear.


Time flows slowly. At least that was my impression at the given time. It felt as if I am buried six feet under, and yet I could a slightly cool breeze brushing softly across my face, slowly, but steadily cooled off my sweat filled complexion. At this point, I was in a state of constant bliss. I am scared, but for some reason, I had sense of acceptance of some sort. It was as if I felt like I would die right here and this very moment and I would not feel any kind of regret whatsoever. I was in all sense, ready to resign to my own fate.


Quietness. It was the quietness that finally cracks through me. I was ready to meet my maker, but the silence of the moment, how  nothing felt right, and every stopped moving. There was no longer a flow in my surroundings. It was as if I was the only creature that exist in this point of time. And then acceptance was replaced with fear.


I am terrified. I am alone. I am dying.


THE END..?

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