I AM STANDING ON THE TOP FLOOR OF THE HILTON HOTEL SAN FRANCISCO Seven years later. I am looking out at a beautiful view. Someone has a gun held to my head. The gun is loaded; bullet in the chamber, hammer back, safety is off. Finger is on the trigger. Slack is taken up. I never saw this coming, it just fell on me and the events that have led up to this moment echo irrevocably back through my life and back further into my past lives. If I succumb to fear, I will not see the sun come up on another day. I will not see those I love again. And I will die here alone, no one knowing my story. The only way out is to endure seasons of pain that seem impossible to imagine, let alone withstand. I fight to stay alive. I fight to stay alive. Just to live for another day. There is truly no one that can help me; it must be done entirely by myself, totally in secret, with no hope that anyone will ever really know what happened or how it went down. Many will doubt my experience. That comes with the territory. I only wish that somehow LOVE was the rule and not the exception. But this is Earth. And the clock ticks. I am doing my part in the battle to end time, hidden deep inside the system, my actions unknown to every single person in the human race. I am the stopwatch. So are you.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:47:20 +0000
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