Effortless, a breeze blows. Something moves in the distance, it's figure grows. The lines between space and time become something to reminisce and yet in this moment I just don't give a shit.
A hard wind now, moving with force to stop and to plow. Standing in the cold shaking as I stand acting so bold. "This is the time for me," I say as the wind picks up again throwing everything it's got at me.
As I raise my arm to shake a fist at the sky a flash of lighting comes down ready to strike with might. All at once my life takes flash and memories of what I've seen play past.
I fall to my knees so paralyzed the tears can not escape my eyes. My arm still raised but my hand open wide. Darkness pours in lines and I know I'm about to die.
"It's my time," I think to myself as I receive my last vision. Then my last thought bleaches through my mind, "If only I had been there this time," but I'm not sure what it means.
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