Fallen Hero

My camera has gone from me. It has served me well. I shall mourn…

…Silence creeps towards me. The kind of silence that seems to open up into an entirely new dimension that will never reveal itself. Somehow it starts deep in the recesses of my brain and slowly works it’s way out. Thought has even lost its voice as the deadliest calm overpowers the eardrums; they seem to sag in, oh so slightly, in a defeated surrender. Silence grows. It brings Cold with it. The two masters of the moment slowly and deliberately creep throughout the body, stifling all resistance and enslaving every molecule to their cause, one by one. Breath is slow and deliberate; it is told be so. There is no Numbness. There is no Pain. Silence and Cold prepare - Emptiness is near. The wait is over. Hope, dwindling more and more, stirs for perhaps the last time. Sight is called into battle. A block of yellow appears. It takes form, defining six sides and outlining itself in thin black. Thought rushes to Sight’s aid. The shape continues to form as letters seep out of the yellow. Finally, it is complete. Thought and Sight rejoice as more of their comrades awaken to welcome back their old friend…Hope. Cold and Silence forelornly retreat for now; they have been beaten. Emptiness shall wait…

…Mourning has ended. Best Buy has more cameras. Funds shall be collected.