bleak reflections

I have no explanation for putting my face through the glass. no death wish, no stifling cosmic crush, just an impulse to see what was on the other side.

you said you saw it coming, that there was a look on my expressionless face that forebode some horrible ambiguous something. I didn't see it coming, how could you?

they say that life slows down to an imperceptible crawl during times like these. my life has sprinted ahead of me, shouting back to me in a distant, but familiar voice. eventually I no longer hear it. that's when I know I am dead.