Something big is coming.
I can feel it in my gut. Sqirming and writhing. Sensing it before my brain. Some primitive instinct that knows of something hidden in the shadows that my eyes can't see. Something that is waiting and watching from the darkness for that perfect moment when it can stretch out its long, wrinkled lifeless fingers and pull me in.
Finally, what I couldn't see in bright light, appeared in front of me in that darkness. But by then there was no light left in my world. 'I should have seen it when I could have!' I thought to myself,'I should have stayed away!' By then it was too late. I kept falling into this black infinite void. There was no way I could climb back up. Nothing to hold onto to stop my fall. All around me, there was nothing but emptiness.
After fighting it for a while, I slowly started embracing this darkness for it was my only company. I thought that if I could make it through this I might fall from this darkness into a new world like a baby from the darkness of its mother's womb. As these new thoughts filled my head I suddenly realized that I wasn't falling anymore. No. I was flying. I was soaring through a beautiful night sky. As the wind carassed my cheeks, I came to realize that I was not bound by whatever I thought was pulling me down. I was by my own thoughts and misconceptions. That's when I knew that I could fly anywhere I wanted to. That's when I knew I was free.
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2 A.M Musings
DiversosHi! Wow it's been really long since I've actually written anything! Anyways, I've been having a lot of thoughts lately, questions about myself...basically a lot of thinking so I thought I'd put it down on paper.
