Everything Stops.

A fairground ride where the vibrant melodies pulse through the air like ripples from a beautiful blue lake on a Summers day.

Colours of extravagance are placed confidently among the specialties that childhood has to bring.

The warm, comforting scent of sweet pastries flood eagerly into the atmosphere; causing mouths to water in delight for those who it reaches.

Bliss.

Smiles are painted among everyone's hopeful faces: something people would only expect to have the pleasure of seeing in an artist's work.

Everything stops.

The music that once was joyful is now distorted and numbed.

The sinking feeling in your chest. Oh, how is seeps further and further, pulling your whole body firmly into the solid ground.

The sweet smells that filled your heart with ecstasy has been replaced with the taste of impending doom on the tip of your tongue.

You view everything in slow-motion.

Suddenly the gap between you and reality widens, the thought of it twists through your brain in a way which is impossible to untangle.

Staring down in a daze at your seemingly soft and gentle hands, whilst when you interlock them, nothing is felt but a weight pushing down on you.

Who knew emptiness could feel so heavy?