Limbo
LIMBO:
The world is white, silent...... only hearing footsteps. Angels who defy Death roam about in cloaks of light, treading like mere humans. In this limbo time itself has stopped and the life outside doesn't exist. Only the smell of coffee to arouse the dead, longing for its taste...... longing for life. I sit in a trance, my brain neither on or off. The dead welcome me into their world as if they know I am a man whose purpose is about to be taken. A broken man who can't live anymore without a someone. A man who might as well be one of them.
