The Last 28 Days in My Life: 21 days to the end
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The Last 28 Days in My Life: 21 days to the end

The Last 28 Days in My Life: 21 days to the end

21 days to the end. Feeling dejected to count the days, I had been struggling to pull away from anything that would remind me of the days passing by. As heartless as it could be, it would disregard my wish and soundlessly creep into my view wherever I was present. I began to see death in every gap of the space around me…

As every moment went by, I could feel a fragment in me being hauled off to the shadow, leaving a huskless empty soul behind. I could no longer bear a single second staring at the numbers on the wrinkled calendar hanging beside the window. The numbers…they seemed to be trying to bury fear underneath my every inch of skin.

Moving my eyes away from the numbers, I slowly fixed my gaze on the maidenhair tree in the yard. A piece of golden leaf was descending gracefully, allowing itself to return to the embrace of Mother Earth. I couldn’t help picturing myself as the falling leaf, journeying through life to the very end…

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