Peace and Pieces
They say counting waves is pointless- but is it really? I have kept count and i have counted upto a billion and recounted another twenty times- its only now that im vaguely bored. They also said death was scary- but is it really? I remember the moment i died with little clarity- even in life, i was not one for a sharp memory. I can only recollect it in bits and pieces- the sudden weightlessness- like something banging into me and i am flying- but that was for a moment before a crashing weight on me. And some hours- or was it minutes of agony- pain, piercing, raw and metallic. Then an end. A calm settling over me. A light, gradual dawn and colours- colours all around! Slowly i see again- i trace my memories- memories from my life- swirling all around, tickling my feet, teasing my now non existent brain. I see the smiles, the tears, the fears- all scattered around messily. I want to concentrate- i want to see the smile beaming through my teeth when i saw my first ever exclusiv...