It clawed up my throat with an acidic sting, but lacked the biting flavor associated with vomit.
My pupils were clear, the only tears traveling with me were trapped under my tongue or dripping down the crinkles of my forehead.
Air fondled my lunges accompanied by mountains of weight trying to pull me to my knees, a mirage created by my oxygen deprived mind.
This unfamiliar sensation, confusing to an uncomprehensive mind as pure as my own, began to slither up me like my limbs were a ladder for its climbing.
Moments flashed in my brain, clenching my eyelids together didn’t stop them, and my mouth opened, a mute scream escaping my lips.
Suddenly, all motions came to a halt and like a memory recalled from the tip of my tongue, I understood the juvenile mistakes I had made.
How blind I had been to the goodness I had possessed.
How lively I had been before I felt this regret.