Dreams. I would wake up sweating after them.
Flashes of light and dark. Nothingness came to me in my dreams. Terrible beauty.
When I woke up shaking violently, I called my mum. I told her what I was experiencing.
I don't know why I thought she could help me since I had seen more than she could ever dream of, but we always return to our mothers when there's something wrong.
She called in a doctor and they had me take a test. They diagnosed me with post traumatic stress disorder. Mum explained it to me in gentle tones. I didn't listen, knowing it wouldn't help.
This had something to do with being a Lost Soul.
As I drifted further and further from my current reality, I sunk into one that was long forgotten; my original life.
As I relived it, I saw bright flashes.
White, pink, aqua, yellow. They all appeared through the black-and-white lens of the past.
Hesitantly, I followed them with my mind. As I got closer to whatever it was, the strands were easier to follow and I was able to drift faster.
With a jolt, I stopped moving.
As I gaped at the flicker of a site before me, I was pulled out of the darkness and into the real light.
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The Journeys of a Lost Soul
RomantikThe journeys of a lost soul through time and space. As it tries to move on to Higher, will it find its purpose in the bodies of others who wish to be fixed?
