Anticipation
Spinning Spinning Spinning
Each memory, each moment, each thought is connected by a strand of consciousness
The image blurs together as time stands still.
Sounds become mute and feelings become numb.
The irrefutable silence approaches, threatening to consume.
Your heart races with expectancy.
In your mind you have already sacrificed,
the will to resist what is to come.
Loneliness.
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