There’s a change in the air and it hangs between us, thick and heavy.
And I’m unsure what to do, I can only cling so tightly to what you are slowly prying out of my cold, aching fingertips.
I hold on for dear life but I know that I only have so much longer before it’s ripped out of my grasp completely and I’m left here.
There’s a static electricity that surrounds me, threateningly waiting.
I can feel it all around my body, pushing in from the outside, constant pressure that weighs heavily on my skin.
Restlessly I try to shake whatever it is that I cannot seem to rid myself of but when I look around me I see that I’m here.
There’s this unsettling quiet that turns my stomach as the nothingness fills my ears.
I can hear the empty air around me like white-noise at a volume that will never decrease as I wait for the music to begin.
But the music never starts and instead I sit in this prison of silence as I glance to my left and my right and find that I’m here.