-This is the end.
-That's really all there is to say on the matter...
I can't help but think these thoughts as I stood there, perfectly still, yet not so much paralyzed as I was just empty. I feel tired, numb even. It was like I just took a bunch of ADHD medicine and had never had any in my life. My whole body feels like it's weighted down with lead from the inside, my bones feel hollow, even breathing is asking too much, so I just stand there with my lungs empty until my instinct to breathe finally kicks in and forces air in. Damn.
-It's actually quite beautiful, in its own way.
And it is. The protean green tendrils flitting in and out of the fabric of reality like static on an old TV. But quiet. There was absolute silence throughout the glorious display unfolding before me. I can hear my heart quicken as all I can do is stare, mesmerized.
-I wonder if it'll hurt?
-I'm a bit scared if it's going to hurt.
And it looks kind of painful, what with the lightning and flashing and overall awe-inspiring scene. Is this really necessary? It feels like it isn't. It seems strange that after all we have accomplished (For God's(heh) sake, we reached god tier), we have to find hope in the single greatest act of desperation possible. Just a tad ironic, if I must say so.
-Funny, My life isn't flashing before my eyes.
-Guess the movies got that one wrong.
-Heh…
I allow a small, wry smile to form. I guess if I'm going to fade I might as well have a laugh or two. I look over at my friends, and they seem to all have the same look in their eyes. It seemed to say –Damn, and I really thought we could do it, too. I guess I was wrong…-. It makes me want to cry.
-Well, no use regretting the inevitable…
-We all have to die eventually…
The tears just start to flow at this point. I don't want to. There's a heaviness in my heart. I wish I had said goodbye to Mom. I wish I had done a lot of things. Maybe it would have been easier then. I remember a line from one of Hemmingway's novels and chuckle dryly.
-That it is, that it is.
And so I think, I believe everyone on the mesa is thinking. We think, We regret, We enjoy, and We appreciate. No time like the present. Or for the present at that. The only thing time is left for is waiting. Waiting.. Waiting…
And then nothing. Absolute Silence.
Ashshem: Thanks for the review! i changed a line to try to make the cause more clear, but i feel stating it outright would ruin the feel of it :P
Any reviews would be greatly appreciated, The style I tried to go for something along the lines of the theory of ommission, but I don't think I really have a good grasp on that yet, haha :-)