As time passes stories are told day after day you have a heart so cold, but as life goes by you’ll know how it feels, to be the one who gives us mysterious stories untold. Without warning a touch of death rapidly circulates me, my head mixes different types of colours being blended briskly in a blender. My heart pounded like a bass drum. The wind whistles wearily and taps me on the shoulder I look round looking for people to comfort me. Suddenly my whole life rapidly flashes before my eyes leaving me dizzy inside. Is it the time for life or death? It is like my every move is being watched. Rapidly my hands vibrate like a washing machine my heart races rapidly to above and beyond limits it could ever reach, this leaves fright and despair to swiftly overtake my soul like poison meandering throughout your body.