what lies after
what lies afterit was a monday morning that was meant to be forgotten, just as monday mornings usually are
with hours and tasks mushing together as a blanket memory that can’t be exactly pinpointed in time
all I was supposed to remember was the cold but festive air that fills the streets and the busy office
as christmas is just around the corner, with its carols and gifts wrapped under the tree
funny how one single detail can change everything and make this monday the most memorable of all
for a reason I wish never happened, but I can still read the black letters on white background: you are dead
words had never felt so chilling, so why does blood rush through my face? why is my heart thumping in my chest?
I try to convince my brain that it misread because it can’t possibly be the reality I have to live in
as if time was suspended, I walk around in circles in the parking lot
away from those prying eyes trying to understand why suddenly I don’t look like myself
I take in the cold winter air, hoping it will help me wake up from this nightmare
it cannot be anything else than one of those maze dreams from which I can never get out
after the initial shock, rationalization kicks in—the news might be wrong, you can still make it
paparazzis are just instilling their venom, and I can’t let it run through my veins
the morning fog settles behind my eyes and the shadow of my normal self turns on like autopilot<
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