I thought of the idea, "what if you see your life's best memories when you die?"
...so I wrote it.
The air is empty and quiet, silence filling the atmosphere like smoke in a fire. I look up; there is no roof. Down; no surface for my feet to land on. I look down at my legs. I can feel them-- I can feel their coldness and lifelessness. Within a second, the sensation is gone and what used to feel like a tangible limb disappears. I reside in the midst of the dark space, looking around...
"Post": A One-Off
...so I wrote it.
The air is empty and quiet, silence filling the atmosphere like smoke in a fire. I look up; there is no roof. Down; no surface for my feet to land on. I look down at my legs. I can feel them-- I can feel their coldness and lifelessness. Within a second, the sensation is gone and what used to feel like a tangible limb disappears. I reside in the midst of the dark space, looking around...
"Post": A One-Off
