My world slows, I feel an overwhelming sensation that creeps in. Almost a feeling of when you are really high. But then it sineously seeps in where your world starts to dissect into sectional reality. Frames if they be like a vintage film where frames are shown with obvious intersections of black outs. I see you in frames per second, A coldness that chills to the bone. Could this dimension be real? That is so foreign to me, the furthest I've ever imagined. A an unwelcomed sense of being afraid envelops me. Is this how it feels just before death? Your world slows and you see things; perhaps memories; flash before your eyes.