It depends on the way we are thinking . What we believe in , what we want , and , what we crave .
I walked down the empty hallway , with my hand brushing the walls as I passed . ,, It is so quiet " I thought looking sideways .
,,Where am I "
,, What am I doing here "
,, Am I alone ? "
,, What will happen ? "
I was full of questions ...
To which I knew I couldn't give an answer myself ...
,, What's with all this glass ... "
I thought too afraid to say anything out loud .
If anyone was here ...
I don't even want to think about it ...
It was not as dark . Mostly because of all the glass on the floor ...
Even soo ...
Where did the light come from ?
There were no windows or door ... Just ...
Empty hallways .
No matter how much I walk ...
There is glass everywhere ...
,, Is this dream ? "
But it looks soo real ...
I suddenly stopped walking , feeling the need to pick up a pice of glass .
,, Should I ? "
I felt soo scared ... So I started to sing quietly to calm myself down ...
Butterfly ~
Butterfly ~
Nana butterfly ~
Tto butterfly ~
Choreom ~
I actually sang that exact part with no reason at all . Or , there is always a reason ...
By the time I sang it , I was already crunched down with my hand above one piece .
As I slowly took it I felt ... weird ...
,, Ya ! Hurry up ! "
One girl ran and jumped on another's back , as the rest ran towards them ...
What did just happen ?
Who was that ?
Was that ... me ?
I honestly didn't know what to do ...
I felt scared , that was for
sure ...
I stayed in one same position for a minute , and started humming a melody to which songs name I didn't know ... As I hummed for a couple of seconds , I slowly stood up and continued to walk .
It was still the same ...
Dark
Full of glass
Empty
