What time is it? Did i slept or i just stared blankly at the cieling for hours? I have clearly lost track of time. Procrastinating can be tiring too but what else do i need to do. Im home alone endlessly reading make believe fantasies that some wanna be created. Some of them are great most of them are pretty whack! Well atleast i have something to do instead of just watching the leaves fall at my bonsai. I always wonder what it is like to be a writer. Do you need to be that devoted to a story or will you just wait for the story to unveil itself? Or maybe both? But in the end it all boils down to the readers perception. Is it you who write or your just looking for what others want to read? Does art really depends on perception or it stands for itself? I have to many question that my mind makes me wide awake all night. Maybe if i close my eyes i can shutdown for a moment. My thoughts are resillient.
Its no use my mind is too loud. Maybe i can grab a coffee or buy something to eat but something feels different and i dont know i. It creeps me out as i walk to the hallway of the apartment where i live. Eyes staring at me clearly showing unwantedness and disgust. I look like a hobo but i dont really care what anyone thinks of me. Life in fantasy looks more realistic than it seems. As i walk down the stares i saw a man filled of aweful tattoos holding lots of keys. I didnt really know everybody in the apartment but i think he dont leave here. I ignored him like how i use to do to everyone but that something thats bothering me is getting stronger. Few more steps and the feeling is raising. I drew a deep breath and look at my back. No ones following but still im scared and a bit excited. I dont know why or how this is happening so i just continue walking. About a block away at my apartment there is a coffee shop that i usually hang out. People dont know me and people really dont care. Im near the coffee shop when i suddenly lose balance. All i can see are blurred images. Is this the end?
Luckily i woke up in the same place no one touched me or even tried to help me. The feeling of uncentainty is gone too. I get up and pretended nothing happened proceeded to the coffee shop and i entered the door. I go to the counter and order a expresso a really black one. The barista heard my order. He didnt look at me. He just get my order and make it. He looks down giving me the cup. I cant imagine this but as he face me he stares blankly. Literally blank. He dont have a face but yet i hear him speak and and he can hear me. I tried not to panic. I calmly pay for the coffee and proceeded to leave. At the instant that i went out the door i closed my eyes to see if this is a dream. I waited for a few moments before i opened my eyes again. A girl as me is i was ok. I didnt answered. I run to my apartment but still i see everyone. They dont have eyes but i can sense that they are looking at me. They think im a wierdo. I can feel it. I reached my room and i instantly open the door. My room is gone. It turned to a cliff. My heart is racing. I tried to open every other doors all of them are gone. Again i tried to stay calm and i close my eyes. Hoping that my world will be normal again. But i realized my life wasnt normal ever sinse that day happened. Deep breath and my eyes opened itself. Im lost in words to explain this. My world is falling apart. I dont think this is a dream. I dont know what to do. I need to find her.
