if i die today...
Sometimes it gets weird inside. The heart feels clutched in the claws of sadness and the mind feels captured by anxiety and overthinking. The body feels like it is breathing the last breath. It feels like I am looking at the nefarious, admirable nebulous creatures in the sky for the last time. It is the last time hearing the cacophony of my family and chirping of the birds. The last time I might be smelling the petrichor ,fragrance of flowers and addictive smell of petrol and naphthalene balls. It might be the last time I will be feeling the beautiful sensation of rain droplets on my face, the roughness of book pages under my fingers and the feel of fabrics like silk, linen and velvet. It feels like the last time I will be tasting my mums and sisters handmade dishes, the taste of hopelessness and the taste of salty tears. I will miss reading the most, the emotional rollercoaster the books contain, the peace and solace they provide. If it is the last time time then I will also miss the urge of not feeling these things all at once .
~Nors