Pondering at Eight

I see brown and green coming at me a thousand feet per second. I see sparks of yellow. I see red. Then all is black. My eyes blink and I see a giant pool of red. Then all is black.
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My eyes blink and I see brilliant yellow tinted blue, cut with streaks of white. Then I fall and I see red. Then all is black.
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My eyes blink and I see red, then white, then red, then white, then crystal clear tears, then red. Then all is black.
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My eyes blink and I see nothing. A screeching perpetual tone fills my ears and everything around me. Then I see red, white, black, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, brown. All the colors blend together. Then in a bright blinding flash, all is dark.
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I try to remember what happened, but all is dark.
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I try to think of who is gone, but all is dark.
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I try to think of regrets, of what I wanted to do, but never did, but all is dark.
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I think of the people I left behind, never gave thanks to, never said I love you to, never said goodbye to, but all is dark.
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I try to think of something, anything, but all is dark, all is dark, all is dark.
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Then I realize. I’m not dead. I haven’t been born yet. I still have my whole life ahead of me. It is not dark. It is blank. It is yet to be colored. Then in a bright blinding flash all is white.
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My eyes blink and I see red, then green, then blue, purple, yellow, orange, brown, and black and suddenly all the colors blend together.
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My eyes blink and the colors fall into place. Images appear. I’m in the hospital. My family is all around me. Everything is in its right place. I am here and all is clear.