the hole in front of me
is black. there is nothing
for me here. the hole is
inviting me into it. why
cant i turn back? why
are you all pushing me
in? on the other side is
death waiting for me to
hand him my life? i resist
because i wont give into
death. why the fuck are you
all pushing me in? i try to
resist. "come in David. no
one will care if you disappear.
"says death. i finally give into
him. i start to enter the hole,
but as the last part of me
disappears into it i feel a tug.
someone's trying to pull me out.
i look at death and ask, "why do
you fucking want me to die?" he
replied, "i need you to help me." before
i could reply someone had pulled
me out. i stared at the hole watching
it shrink and death vanish. "its not
your time david." "I want to die now
though", i reply. i look around to spot
the one who had stopped my early
death. before i could spot them, they
had disappeared. why do people care
about me? i haven't done anything for
them.