Dear
readers, there are some rules and terms for reading this. You need to relax
your body, listen to an easy-listening music and read slowly, with desire and
concentration.
Thank you, and have a nice "Guided Vision".
Pure
morning full of forgiveness, the freezing air sweeps you away.
You're starting to think you're flying. You feel light, but at the same time…
heavy.
Quickly, you begin thinking about yourself and your life.
What is this life anyway? What are they here for?
They've brought you nothing but pain and misery, misery and pain.
You've been through so much during your years on earth.
You know every touch, every scent, every sight and every flavor.
It's not your first time in this scene, that's for sure. You've spent so much
time thinking about every choice.
You know what is about to happen.
You know you don't want it.
You know you need it.
You're terrified from the next step, but
still, you move your hand slowly toward this terrible thing that is near you.
You take this "thing" in one hand, and a knife in the other.
You're looking at it, while it's giving you the same blank look back.
You know that it's not over, there is a way back, and there is an open door.
But still you choose to take it. You choose the easiest way out.
Your wrists are ready. It's ready. You're ready.
You're palm is sweaty. You know that at the very specific moment, that you will
put an end to all of this, you will become complete.
The knife is coming slowly but stiff, it wants to taste you.
You're trying to run away, but it's faster and stronger than you.
At last, the knife is touching the thin layer, cutting through it.
You're crying. You know you made the wrong choice. But from now on, there is no
way back.
You can't cut the cake and leave it whole, especially
when you're very hungry!
הסיפור משתתף בתחרות "סיפורים עם סוף מפתיע"
אני יודעת שזה באנגלית, אבל לדעתי, לתרגם את זה יהיה פשוט חטא...
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