A weekly norm turned on its head in the most horrifying, yet predictable way. Always heard about it, never thought I'd actually encounter it. But that's life, and shit happens all the damn time. The thought of death is horrifying, the actual feeling of near death is much worse. They say before u die, u see yr life flash past yr eyes. Not so. Your vision gets blurred, yr head starts to spin and yr coordination weakens. You do see assholic cabs flashing past yr eyes though. Blood, pain, darkness. Engulfing you like a tsunami that swallowed Indonesia back in 2005. On the verge of death, all thoughts just fly out of whats left of yr mental capabilities. And then comes a black myvi carrying 3 good samaritans to snatch me from the jaws of death and give me a new lease of life...of which ive to now face the potential consequences.
The thoughts keep plaguing your mind like a vermin. The scene repeats itself like a spoilt dvd in yr head, and the 4 fuckers keep appearing and reappearing again and again. Any minute not spent consciously thinking of other things or doing sth results in the same gut-wrenching process - the thinking, the visions. The bottle, the blood, the cries for help, the asshole taxi drivers... The throbbing and perpetual thoughts disallows any kind of slp. Body drenched in sweat. You open yr eyes, and u see the darkness, the floor, the ceiling. But yr mind's eye still sees the events that transpired the previous day. It allegedly takes 10 days to heal. Physically yes. Mentally, definitely not. It's gonna take alot of mental strength to overcome this, Ive heard. But all that strength has already been used dealing with past shit, so I doubt there is any left in the tank. But its very comforting and touching to know that there are friends and family u can depend on, whether u need or ask for their help, they are there to offer it to u. They provide the positives in a world so full of evil. The samaritans vs the satans.
And the image that will forever remind me of that fateful day....
