tryingtobeinspirational
I didn't know what I wanted, or who I wanted. But one thing for sure was that I was scared. I was terrified of what was going to happen next. I crept along the wall and peered around the corner. The hallway was empty and dimly lit. If I was to make it out, I would have to trust my wits.
I'm hungry, food steaming on the table, a family sitting around happily. But here I am, looking through the window, a window that shows my past. One that I wish I haven't disregard. Family, food and happiness was what had taken up most of my life before.
Once I played this game, full of wit, risks, and choices. One must think, before making a move. one loses turns and gains levels. A game called life.
Five a number, five fingers on each hand. Five toes on each foot. Five, halfway to ten, five more miles, five more seconds. Five a magic number. A special number? Five more minutes.