Twenty five years its been. Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-two minutes, to be exact.
I’ve been counting every second, tracking every, minute, hour, day, month, year, decade.
It’s gone on so long that I’ve learned to multi-task and commit to other thoughts while part of me carries on counting.
I thought it wouldn’t last long. Figured it would all just fade away, eventually.
They said it was supposed to go black when you died, it was supposed to fade when your brain activity ceased.
Nobody told me that your mind carries on. That your thoughts are all you have left. As black as the moment you shut your eyes, as lonely as a never-ending dream, only far less vivid. Just an endless scape of black and silence.
Twenty-five years, two months, fourteen days, eleven hours and twenty-four minutes… Since I last lost count.
Source: JMeyer~
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