ENGL200 Blog 4 – Creative: ‘My Life is a Book Borrowed’

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You are lost in the mountains. Describe your last moments. How will you react?

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My life is a book borrowed. My soul plucked my body from the shelf and now I am placating the overdue slip in the mail. The cloak of stars above are the freckles on my cheek. My cheeks are the mountains, my lips the valleys. Little earthworms have coiled around my fingers and become the most precious, glistening rings. Tears roll down my pebbled gooseflesh, just as water flows over clusters of stones among the brook beside me. I like this sound. And I am thankful that one of my favourite earth-song’s is the lullaby to take me away to ever-sleep.

The thirst has faded, the hunger vanished. My eyes have been closed a long while now. Plot twists and climaxes and red herrings have passed me by and now I am lying with my last words on the last page. My eyelashes flutter with the long grass and my hair is the sound of birds flocking to their bed of trees. I am returning my life now; it was never mine to keep.

My life is a book borrowed.

Fear has left me now: I am merely returning my years to the heavens and my body to the soil.

With only my soul to sweep across these worldly planes, I look forward to meeting with old friends and hearing their stories.

Ah, look, here they come now.

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