let's test your abilty to imagine.
visualise a pen,
on a piece of A4-sized paper.
not that hard, right.
now, let's take it to another level.
imagine a fly,
pretending to be dead,
laying on its side on a wooden table.
you don't see that everyday, i suppose.
alrite, now let's try sumthing harder.
picture yourself hanging out with your frens, watching a football match at a coffee shop one fine night.
match is over, you've had enuff chats and laughs. its getting really late. time to go home.
paid d bill of your food n that unfinished ice tea, say goodbyes n walk towards your car parked 2 blocks away because that was the nearest empty parking space when you arrived earlier. dodgy, this time around.
your mind is already at home, cant wait to sleep.
suddenly, 2 men came from nowhere, one man placing a knife just one inch away from your throat and the other one instructed you to give him all your money. tough luck, most of your cash and also your ATM card are in your other wallet at home. disappointed, he just made a slash and they casually left. must be amateurs, or desperate, or mentally disturbed.
too dizzy to walk, can't scream. the night just gets colder. you start to flashback on all of the memories you've ever had in your life.
how you wish you could've spent just a while longer and say a proper final goodbye to your friends.
you wish you could've finished that ice tea.
you wish you could've told your parents that you love them but have never sed it.
you wish that u can still see tomorrow;
to know that you've just woken up from a bad dream,
to appreciate other people more, just to see if they'll treat you differently,
to make the most of it,
to be more prepared to face death.
but its all too late now.
*CUT*
*THAT'S A WRAP*
visualise a pen,
on a piece of A4-sized paper.
not that hard, right.
now, let's take it to another level.
imagine a fly,
pretending to be dead,
laying on its side on a wooden table.
you don't see that everyday, i suppose.
alrite, now let's try sumthing harder.
picture yourself hanging out with your frens, watching a football match at a coffee shop one fine night.
match is over, you've had enuff chats and laughs. its getting really late. time to go home.
paid d bill of your food n that unfinished ice tea, say goodbyes n walk towards your car parked 2 blocks away because that was the nearest empty parking space when you arrived earlier. dodgy, this time around.
your mind is already at home, cant wait to sleep.
suddenly, 2 men came from nowhere, one man placing a knife just one inch away from your throat and the other one instructed you to give him all your money. tough luck, most of your cash and also your ATM card are in your other wallet at home. disappointed, he just made a slash and they casually left. must be amateurs, or desperate, or mentally disturbed.
too dizzy to walk, can't scream. the night just gets colder. you start to flashback on all of the memories you've ever had in your life.
how you wish you could've spent just a while longer and say a proper final goodbye to your friends.
you wish you could've finished that ice tea.
you wish you could've told your parents that you love them but have never sed it.
you wish that u can still see tomorrow;
to know that you've just woken up from a bad dream,
to appreciate other people more, just to see if they'll treat you differently,
to make the most of it,
to be more prepared to face death.
but its all too late now.
*CUT*
*THAT'S A WRAP*
You lost me at 'watching a football match', haha. But in all seriousness, good experimentation. I actually feel that cut.
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