Dead End

Me: "Ya, sorry for that, what were you saying?"

S: "I was just saying that theres news that there's supposed to be....."

*static*

Me: "Effin stupid vodafone whats wrong with you?"

Walks towards window.

Looks outside.

Drops phone on seeing a huge mushroom cloud in the distance.

Looks on, frozen with fear, as a huge wall of fire approaches him.

I dreamt this last night.

Woke up as soon as the golden flames engulfed me and the window.

I was sweating when i woke up. Was shivering uncontrollably too.

Thought about it a lot.

Would an emotion such as fear be the last thing i felt?

Till then i'd always taken for granted that someone would remember me if i were to die.

Imagine, everyone you've ever cared about, loved, wiped out in a single instant.

Every significant place, everything you've proudly called your own, blotted out.

A collective consciousness just wiped out, like bleach was poured onto it...

A complete dead end in the truest sense.

When faced with inevitable destruction, whether slow or fast, what would you do?

Isn't life just the same?

Isn't life just the gap between you and the wall of fire?

This is when i truly and completely understood the following words:

"Can you imagine what it feels like to have someone sit you down and tell you that you're dying?

The gravity of that, hmm?

Then the clock's ticking for you. In a split second your awe is cracked open.

You look at things differently - smell things differently.

You savor everything be it a glass of water or a walk in the park.

But most people have the luxury of not knowing when that clock's going to go off.

And the irony of it is that that keeps them from really living their life.

It keeps them drinking that glass of water but never really tasting it."

Sorry for the weird post.

Sorry for suggesting the intro post thingy and not writing one myself.

Have been terribly busy.

Peace.