To Infinity and Beyond
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe
Insomnia hits once again.
So I decided to start my english 5/7 page short story…
I Swear We Were Infinite by Danielle I.
Stop. The world stands still and everything is in a blur. Heartbeats pound louder and louder until there is nothing but murmuring drums. POP! Goes the bubble of my life flashing right before my eyes as if it was a black and white cinema film unraveling in a fluctuated pattern. I saw the worst moments I once experienced and then the best moments that made living worthwhile. I lie under black space hoping to see the light, a glimpse of happiness or time to revert back. What did I do to deserve this fate? I only made a little slit. I could not take it anymore of the thrashing voices and the petty fights. I wish it were simpler and less incompatible. I want to return, return to the past.
