In the first hour after midnight, I can feel God next to me in the other room, He is really closer to me than the jugular vein that is been ruptured after the drugs have been clogged in it,
It is the smallest clock pointer that I always feel, penetrating my mind with its slow sound. It’s closest to midnight, so everything would stop for a while, for minutes or hours, I don’t know, perhaps it is the complete stoppage of time due to the gravitationally physical black hole, so everything would turn into something similar to miracles of the prophets, or travelling through time in dimensions or parallel universes. When that bloody hell hour-hand reaches midnight hour, time is silenced as if it’s the moment of a blow of the last trumpet until the rising of sounds, and it rises slowly and maliciously even the ugliest of the sedatives cannot pacify.
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