Chapter 1
There are too many good words, good voices.
My sound is eluded somewhere.
I am heard. Maybe I am.
But Am I felt?
My heart appears to be at a threshold.
I need to get hold of it.
Am I real or just a clone of myself?
Ground. It’s shaking.
And, my heart is too.
Am I standing here?
Yes? But, slowly my existence is fading away.
Can you see me?
Maybe it’s just my reflection.
Reflection? So, I exist!
Pain. It is excruciating.
Pain. I feel pain. I am feeling!
But, why am I throttled by you?
Why am I throttled by me?
Is this a reality?
Or a dream? Or a nightmare?!
Dear Lord, I am taking my existence away.
Save me.
Hear my voice.
I am quietened now.
