Christina Mumblings caused by late night insomnia. My view on how she would view her life. xXx
I own nobody.
With each silent tear that falls in silent surrender to the ground, I know that somewhere somebody smiles. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, sometimes we get to see that reaction, most of the time we don't.
This is my opposite reaction. For each time that I smiled, for each time that I laughed, for every pain that I have in some way inflicted onto another, it has all been building to this moment, this moment of complete clarity, of knowing what I've done to others that is now to be done to myself.
I see every tear, I hear every sob. I close my eyes and I can hear the ghostly whisperings of past long gone. I can see the light ahead of me as they no doubt saw the light ahead of themselves. I see every life that I have saved, I see every soul that I have lost. I see past friends, I feel past enemies. My breath catches onto a harsh whisper. A chill North wind that will carry me to my destiny, good or bad I do not know but it matters not now for I am haunted for eternity by this, my reaction, my equal and opposite, my one moment of clarity before I submit to the final plunge and allow death to take me.