I was running, gasping for air by the second. It was dark, and I had no idea where I was. Come to think of it, I didn't know why I was running.
All I know is that I had this feeling; a hunch that something bad was gonna happen if I don't find my way out of this dark atmosphere soon.
I came to a stop. I was stand right in the middle of some dark floor with a bright light shining down on me.
As soon as I tried to escape, I was falling.
I didn't know whether or not if this was reality or just a dream. But it felt real.
There was a never ending stop to this fall. And while I was falling, I came to a conclusion or at least an idea. This is what life is.
Youre running trying to get out of your dark thoughts. You're running away from your demons trying to survive this battle against yourself. But it seems that Everytime you find at least a little bit of hope, or a light to guide your way, you end up falling even more.
And to this day, I'm still running in this dark atmosphere trying to get out
