The Visions

You lay silent in your bed listening to the surroundings around you, the dead silence falls upon your ears like a cell door slamming shut for the last time. You gasp as your mental state starts to play tricks on you, tossing and turning while trying to fall into the sleep of a newborn baby, you find yourself reaching the rem stage of your final minutes.

Flashes of light pass under your eyelids like bombs exploding one right after another, the bright light blinds your insides and you are forced to watch since you can not shed your eyes from the sight. Finally, the brightness has dimmed down and your eyes adjusted, you start to walk. You look around you wondering where you are and what your mind has put you in.

You look down and find yourself barefooted walking on glass, but you can not feel the pain of your feet being cut up with every step, your body goes numb. Your mind is numb, to the pain that is being dealt to you like a wicked blow with a baseball bat to the back of your head. Stunned you become, wondering why, why have you lost your sense to feel. You keep walking, walking in what you think are puddles of blood but yet tears that have streamed down your face unknowingly have soaked your body as if the clouds above you have opened up and shed a downpour of rain upon your body.

Look ahead of you and what is it that you see, a booth, a booth with a viewing apparatus. It says deposit twenty-five cents. You think this is going to be some wild peep show so you put your quarter inside like a child is anxiously fumbling around to insert the quarter for that piece of gum. You put your eyes to the viewer not to see a wild sex show but yet your life.

You watch as your life unfolds before your very eyes, your wrongs, your rights, who your friends are your romances. You pull away with tears streaming down your face wondering where you went wrong. A Quarter you say, is this what my life has become? A show for others to watch and enjoy while you live it out in stress and agony?

Looking back into the viewer you see something you never expected, you see nothing.....Was this it? Was that all there was to that life story of a person who has given everything to anyone that he can? What fucked up production of life was this, you start to walk back and stumble upon yourself falling to the ground like a ladder that has came loose from the house. BANG! You hit the ground with such a force that you sit up in bed, sweat beading down your eyes. You put your hands on your face and start to sob. Looking back you can think of only one thing....Why?