Peace after the storm.

My mind is a storm.  Images flash by, behind my eyes.  Images of love, joy, pain and suffering.  My life is one glorious, burning explosion of colours and shapes.  My head throbs painfully but I rise above it.  I focus on maintaining the last threads of consciousness.  But I can feel my strength seeping away.  My eyes close.  The world around me falls silent.  As death embraces me I feel nothing but peace.  Peace from all emotion.  Peace from everything. Peace after the storm.
The End

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