I’ve died a thousand times
Every close call
Every time it felt like I was dying
Part of me did
I am not the only one
I am just the one who’s line continued on
Blind luck
No skill
No thrill at the idea
That’s all life is
An unimaginable series of probabilities
The odd odds working in your favor
No magic
No gods
Just flawed mathematics
Deciding whether you stay clean
Or become an addict
These are the strange thoughts
That rummage around in my attic
Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
More from this author:
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.