The Blur Of Life

A Story by Cliffey

Nothing feels right. Everything is spinning in a blur around me. I can’t focus on the past or future, just now, the present. But that is too fast and also out of my reach. Therefor I am nothing but a ghost hurled through time until I abruptly end. Nothing can stop me. I care for nothing. I don’t want to do anything related to society, but I fear even now I as I write I’m still caught in its riptide. I want to live. I want to enjoy the ride of time. But I can’t. I just… can’t. It is true what they say… Life flashes before your eyes before you die.

It’s called life.