Time is odd when you are dreaming. Sometimes the whole night seems to go by in a flash or for others, it may have seemed like hours, but the clock only ticked away a few seconds. The same goes for life; young teens anticipate the day they are on their own and out of the house but elders wished they could experience their youth once more. I have watched many people go through this cycle in the small town of Holy Oak. It's funny how everyone is a unique individual but we all can agree that we often take granted of what we had and do not have now. Okay, maybe not everyone will see this at the same time but it is inevitable that at one point, sooner or later, this epiphany will spring up. I just wish I knew about this process before I risked my whole life.
I no longer see the world in vivid colors but in black and white, the rejuvenating rain no longer welcomes relief after a stressful day, nor do thunderstorms frighten me like they use to when I was a child. No, my life is empty. My beating heart is hollow but continues to churn and yearns to feel the lingering kiss of the wind against my stone-cold cheeks. I cannot remember the last time I felt pure ecstasy.
I am a cursed man; only, I look like I am still in my twenties- the same age I was when I played with my own fate. I should have died that day but I didn't. Then, I was a foolish, young boy who could not face reality like a real adult and now I am paying the price.
Time has no significant measurement when your eyes are glazed over with the greatest insomnia imaginable and every nerve in your body never twitches or contracts; skin hangs unwanted like bags of undesirable luggage. I am the modern day Frankenstein's Monster.
But if I am Frankenstein's creation, is my condition entirely my fault? Not once did the scientist's experiment willing lend a hand; yet, he was the one who was hunted down. Was his face distorted enough that he had to carry all of the sin and his heart was impure because of the circumstances in which he was brought back to life?