ATMOSPHERE

• It was a time of callous entrapment.
• It was a place that had smothered me for a long period of time.
• It was a space full of screeching sounds of wheels tearing up layers of greenery as they move from left to right on the road.
• Every flinch; every fear; every trepidation was felt.
• Everything seemed overwhelming and yet, as i looked at the carefully folded clouds above, i had a strong faith of hope, hope that i will be able to overcome this torture and suffering.
• Each time the clock hands made a tick tock sound, shivers ran across my spine. Shivers that is incapable of being explained.