Reading kaizley's journal

It’s times like these that make you feel as though the world has stopped. Like you are waiting for something. Anticipating the worst, or sometimes the best. When a second stretches out in to an endless, incomprehensible time frame. Your insides feel funny. Like something is missing. Something is wrong. A tingly sensation is running through your body and it won’t stop for nobody.

There’s pain in your throat, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your fingers, your chest, your stomach, your legs, your feet, your toes. It brushes through you like a breeze and leaves you shaken and cold. Nothing can stop this pain. Nothing. It hurts, but it feels really good at the same time. You are relieved. Something inside is telling you it’s alright and the warmth begins to run through your body again. Through your toes, your feet, your legs, your stomach, your chest, your fingers, your arms, your shoulders, your neck, your throat.

Nobody is around anymore. You’re alone and it scares you. The air is still and all you can hear is your heavy breathing and your heart pumping loudly. You are in a place that you have seen before, but you do not know exactly where this place is. There are no material possessions. Only you, the ground and the walls, but they aren’t real. Nothing is real. Not even you. You don’t feel real anymore.

You try to escape. Running along a stream of light and brushing past invisible walls. The light doesn’t stop. It just stretches on, occasionally turning a corner. You stop and turn back, but the light has disappeared. There is no way back, you can only move forward. Though you try to get through to invisible wall, there is no point. Your past has been blocked off and there’s no other choice but to move forward. You run faster and faster, though your feet are heavy and don’t feel as though they are moving at all. You seem to be running forever though you aren’t at all tired.

Suddenly, something stops you and you almost fall. There is now an invisible wall in front of you. You turn, but there is no way back and now there is no way forward. For a moment you contemplate the possibility of going up, but your mind tells you that the only way to go is down. Fright washes over you, but as the light starts to fear, a gentle calm runs over your body and you are no longer frightened of what is to become. In a matter of seconds you are falling through the stratosphere. Falling. Seeing. Breathing. Being. Until there is nothing left.

Nothing at all

That is how I imagine death

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