*dark thought of the week*

You open your eyes only to see nothing. You take a breath, and yet you can’t breath. You feel like your drowning. You start to feel light headed, you swing your arms and legs in agony as you try to breath. Minutes pass as you feel like your dying. You realize through the panic that your not dead yet, but you still feel the agony of not breathing. Then you feel a subtle feeling on your hand. It feels like tiny pins and needles prancing on your hand. Through time the feeling spreads through your body. The pins and needles dance more vigorously until it feels like your being stabbed over and over. You feel it in your veins, your eyes, your heart. So your stuck there, suspended in darkness with the weight of death on your shoulders. Not dying. Not breathing. Alone. Forever.