It was last night, I don't know what happened but when I gained my conscious and when the ghost of anger prevailed, I was lying on my bed with one arm completely paralyzed. Something was lost, I was hazed out. It was bleeding bad, every drop running, following a line dripping on the floor and I had to do something about it and it was supposed to be done fast but then I paused and looked at it. I was staring at the red wimps of reality, I was amazed by their departure, their eagerness to escape provided a loop whole. Suddenly my excitement went drooling and the horror of weakness surrounded me. Mind was already tired from days of sleepless stillness. I held my hand with the other and tried hard to push the stains away and provided a hurdle to their path so that it could stop the color forming over my skin. I tried hard for the longest pause of my life thinking and wondering what the hell is wrong with me. But then my phone rang and I was made to talk forgetting everything about the moment. A little 10 minutes past and my surroundings were all red. There was no pain, not even a feeling of it. Situation was so numb that only my eyes could sense what was going around me. I was vanished by the purple haze and spiritual high. Both erupted at their maximum at the sample frame of time. Intensity was so high that I had to follow directions of my other hand. Then I paused, supporting it with a band, still weak enough to do anything about it or maybe my state of mind wasn't allowing me to take a next step. I felt like an idiot who was strangulated by conventional suicide. But then I paused and wondered, I was fooled by the moment that made me meditate and I did. 10 minutes passed and something like the drops of warm life woke me up again. It was the same wound which was dripping life directly over my head. I couldn't fight the moment and neither had I tried but then I woke up with a splash of erupting life, I was back to the moment. I don't know what happened but it was my blood and it was everywhere.
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