Locked

Locked in time. Feeling trapped in a realm with no answers and so resolution. Stillness of uncertainty, the calm of panic before the storm. That last breath one takes before thier heart skips a beat as they jump into some freezing Canadian lake. Then, contact: the shock and pain shake your mind and shatter your bones.

The end is hollow and empty with nohing but doubt and fear and pity. Look, look at you... Just look at you. Standing in a fog of nothing, in a grey mist of cold shivers, alone and isolated forever.
No baggage, no noise, no inner struggle. Just empty.