It never ceases to amaze me how fast time flies. Right now, it feels like a lifetime. One of my favourite episodes of Futurama is "Time Keeps on Slipping". My life kind of feels like that. Maybe everyone's lives feel like that, to an extent. If you haven't seen the episode, it's like time moving like a kaleidoscope.
A memory.
Black.
Silence.
A different memory.
Black.
Silence.
A slightly older, wiser, more mature flashback.
Black.
Silence.
Tonight, the flashback I have in my mind is a dream. Not one of my dreams, but a dream I remember.
The dream
I am running
I see my legs, they make me dizzy
I hear you call me
I see you in the back of a jeep leaning out
Your hand is stretched out
You say: "Come on sweetie - you can make it"
I run faster
You say: "Good girl"
Your hand reaches further
My fingertips almost touch yours
And then
I don't hear it
I feel it
An explosion at the base of my spine
Soundless but explosively hard and numbing
I lie on my back
Looking at the blue sky
Clouds move at timed shutter speeds
Instantly, all is black
A memory.
Black.
Silence.
A different memory.
Black.
Silence.
A slightly older, wiser, more mature flashback.
Black.
Silence.
Tonight, the flashback I have in my mind is a dream. Not one of my dreams, but a dream I remember.
The dream
I am running
I see my legs, they make me dizzy
I hear you call me
I see you in the back of a jeep leaning out
Your hand is stretched out
You say: "Come on sweetie - you can make it"
I run faster
You say: "Good girl"
Your hand reaches further
My fingertips almost touch yours
And then
I don't hear it
I feel it
An explosion at the base of my spine
Soundless but explosively hard and numbing
I lie on my back
Looking at the blue sky
Clouds move at timed shutter speeds
Instantly, all is black
End of dream
One year to go. The time bomb, meanwhile, continues to tick.
One year to go. The time bomb, meanwhile, continues to tick.
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