This... world. This world is... different. I do not feel anything. I do not have to. I somehow already know. I know what I'm supposed to feel, but without actually doing it.
Is this even possible? This seems like madness. I'm moving, but I can't feel it. It's raining, but I can't feel it. Yet, here I am. Moving towards some place. I don't know where or even what this place is, but I know that that is where I'm supposed to be.
I also know that something is chasing me. It's slowly creeping up, but chasing me nonetheless. The place I know I have to go to is only a few blocks away now. I don't feel like I'm in danger, but I know that I am. My destination, whatever it may be, is just around the corner. The closer I get, the faster my creeping stalker gets. I know it's behind me now.
The place I know I need to go to is now in view. It's nothing but a giant shadow. As if a humongous, black cloak was cast over a three story building. Though it looks as if I shouldn't go there, I know I must go inside.
The stalker is right behind me now. As I walk up the steps of the shadowy building, I know it is reaching towards me. My hand grips the long, black door handle. Thin, white fingers block my view and enclose around my face.
My vision is engulfed by a blinding white light. I'm surrounded by it. I know that I will never be able to enter that blacked out building. At least, not while I'm living.
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In My Mind
RandomThis is a compilation of all sorts. The contents range from poetry to short story to random thoughts. Some may be delightful. Some may be horrific. Whatever the case may be, I hope you enjoy this trip through my mind.
