Confused to what made me write this
|It all started with a gasp for air , a blood and tear stained room. I am the centre, the source, then beginning of, the start of what will be a journey, one I will never forget.
looking back most of what has been is forgotten , some memories are recalled by others or collected as pictures for us to recall later on.
looking out of these blurry eyes waiting for the inevitable to happen . a mishap of what was started with a series of choices made before my existence , others made by father without a full understanding of the consequences. I wouldn't see him again.
no reset button or second chances like in a RPG
was it a happy occasion? , not sure, more fate , pre destined probably not. A child herself had had just 8months to come to term with what was about to happen, after the ten centimetre stretch what would have been minutes felt like hours to endure once over she had the rest of her life to be called mother... I'm sure glad to have been part of this moment well without it i wouldn't be here, or would I?
along with the good times and the bad i can honestly say I've played this one as well as id like with no regrets,if my life is a game then I've accomplished so much but still hope to have a few more levels left to complete and hope I don't run out of quarters