Dark and cold

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by annaclaxsen

by annaclaxsen

Everything is dark. Dark and cold. I don't know where I am, who I am. All I know is the cold darkness around me.
A light shimmers in front of me briefly, then it disappears. I feel something inside. Something good. I know it's hope, but I don't know why I know.
The light comes back and I follow it. It bounces and swirls through the darkness. There is no ground under my feet. Only darkness. Darkness and cold and the shimmer of light.
The light is guiding me to the surface. To the end of the darkness. I don't know how I know that.
In the distance I see a doorway. It's coming closer and closer. Light is erupting from the square. Light and colour.
I keep walking. I keep following the light as it guides me to the doorway.
It can't be far now. Ten paces. Seven paces. Four paces. If I stretch out my arm I can touch it now. I don't. I see a whole world through the doorway. A world of colour and light. I feel warmth spread from it. I go through it. I go through it knowing it is right.

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(a/n) Hi. I'm Anna and this is just some short stories/poetry sort of.
Mainly just some of my thoughts about this crazy world we live in and about life and death and reality around us