End of time for me.

Just a story about how someone feels their time has ran out for them so they just end their lives.

 

Different colors are all I see.

No, nothing really is the same.

Opera singers sing from each street, one end to another.

Their voices projecting across the towns empty highways.

I drive down these endlessly turning roads, not a single stop sign fazing me.

No speed limit could ever limit the pressure I put on the gas petal.

To get where I want to be takes time, and in this world, there is not too much of that going around.

Losing precious time is like losing a watch and procrastinating to find.

It gets you nowhere and you complete nothing, never knowing your place in time and space.

Though none of that matters to a small girl and small town.

She just rolls down her window as the sound of classical music plays into her car.

She lets the beautiful words of the opera singers fill her head until she is full and needs no more.

She undoes the antique watch from her wrist and hopes for it to be crushed by the pressure of someone else.

I do not need to tell time anymore.

I do not want to know when I go to bed.

I do not care for when I wake.

I just want time to stop.

I do not want to know what time I eat.

I do not want to know at what time I am supposed to be somewhere and do something.

I never want to know when the time is ready, because what if I am not.

What if I am scared what those hands point to?

I stared at the turn ahead and wondered if I should just keep going straight until I fall off the dial of this earth.

If I end my time now, I can let time take its time.

I had rather things like that go by more slowly than fast.

Then somehow my hands found their way to the wheel and sharply turned.

I steered away from the turn and thought about nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I just kept on driving and decided to turn around.

So once I had set my path backwards I looked at the rode in search for that antique watch.

I rolled down the window once again but I had heard nothing.

Everything had gone black and white and everything seemed to remain the same in itself.

My eyes did not falter from the road.

After some time had gone by, I came across an untouched watch in the road.

I opened my door, and stepped out into the road.

I picked the precious thing up.

I did not dare look at the time though; I just looked at the watch in itself.

I could not help but wonder how empty these roads really were.

I must not be the only one?

I could not help but to clear my blank mind and think about how much of a lost butterfly I would be without this thing.

I strapped it back on my wrist and walked back into my car, and kept driving.

The beautiful colors came back into view and the opera music filled me with joy.

That was when I knew it was time.

I came back to that turn and let go of the wheel, I let my car fly off the edge.

I looked down at my watch as the car fell to the bottomless pit of the earth.

I died at around 12:00 A.M.

One late night and early morning.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think about this please, cause' I'm just not feelin' it... ya' know?