Life As I Know It
... revolution. I was at war with the head of the table. Why did my mind have to leave me now? I was in my prime, on a slow decline, the product as this moment. I knew it would come back for me, and let me live again. I just wanted to be alive when it picked me up. This moment lasted; it would eat at me until the air in my lungs was nonexistent. This moment was everything. This frame meant my life. And I just couldn't seem to escape from this black hole of abulia. The stinch of stillness broke me. But surface sand is nothing. Reality spat at me when I nudged it for comfort. A Queen of Kings playing card was carefully set on the table by a familiar hand. A feminine arm of strength, and innocence; of experience and purity. Pale, to contradict. "Play it", she whispered. Her voice was daring and strong, like that o...