
When I was at our living room I sensed this strong pungent smell and I wanted to get rid of it immediately. I asked my father if he smelled but he said no.
Was I hallucinating? Was I the only one who smelled death in the air? I knew that it must be a rat or something but then why don't they smell it? This must be an omen I thought... a bad one.
I feared the most for my family and my safety because if this was an omen... well you get the point.
But a few days later the smell was gone and I was right as my father discovered the carcass of a dead rat (probably killed by Missy the Doggie).
After that happening, I started to fear death as I still don't want to die. Not yet. We're this close to fulfilling my mom's dreams so not yet...
I used to want to die before when I didn't have any dreams at all. But now that I have some purpose in my life, I don't want to die yet until I have the sense of fulfillment that my life was actually worthwhile. I still want to know my potentials...

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Photo Credits:XIII: Death by *SilentReaper
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