PART 1 - DARK EDGES
Breakfast never started this late for me. My crusty knuckles, sluggishly swabbed, crumbs of dry mud, stinging a burning sensation onto the few millimeters, of distance between my eyelashes and the surface of my soft and mushy eyeball. Cracking of bones, broke into the air, after I swallowed the pain of the aches in the muscles of my neck to see, the blur of rays, grabbing the horizon of my sight, like a thief's grip on a newly stolen item. They seemed to be bright multi-coloured circular lights, shooting sharply focused rays, with the precision of a well-trained marksman, which showed no mercy by easily breaking the protection of my eye lashes. Crickets, harmonized the murmurs that buzzed, when I tried to wake up. The number of staggers could be counted by each grain of sand in the Sahara desert as time passed by. Balance seemed unachievable, but the slight grasp of a smooth, silky surface, teased the tingling of hope, that had been buzzing around my consciousness, like an evading...