I haven't posted here for awhile and for good reason, at least I think, because I write this book when I feel an overwhelming emotion or feel like I need to reach out. This book was meant to be an escape, and a place I could write stories based on my life. It was always somewhat private, I knew people were reading it but I felt alone. Like I was in a room and there was a hidden camera there that I didn't realize was turned on until a few weeks ago. Enjoy this little story because there might not be another one for a while.

Everything, everything comes to a halt. Everyone stops, nothing moves. There are no sounds or any smells... it's like the world has just decided to stop. You walk over to the bridge and sit on the side, you contemplate feeding the ducks before remembering the state of the world. It would be so easy to fall off the bridge and nothing to stop you falling.