we write stories to feel better when things get hard,
and to be there with you through your hardships:
turst me, life is great.
Your watch marks “6:25am” as you stand next to a miniature cabin on top of a mountain. From your perspective, you stand tall on top of the world far from any worries you had last night. Let this moment soak in, this is your wakeup call.
Lying on your bed staring into the emptiness of your ceiling, thoughts, dreams and emotions run through your mind. Memory flashes of your highest moments clash with those of despair in a hasty life montage.
The boardwalk seems endless and obscure with its one little light on top of a door by the end of it, along the sides the benches that sit there are empty and only a few lanterns shine there light in between.
It’s 7:30 am, and as every other morning you stand in line as other people do the same around you. Everybody sharing your demise has the same zombie-esque look.
The sign reads: “TRAIN 0430: Departure – 8:00 am / Boarding Dock – 90 / Destination – Unkown” and as you begin to look away from the illuminated sign hanging on the bright white marble wall…