It all started some time ago, maybe months, the funniest thing was that i never knew how it started, or how to stop it. Well i stopped it, but not in a nice way, definitely the wrong way. I found out a few days earlier, what had happened, but it wasn´t my fault, it never was. I can barely remember anything, it was all blurry, it´s like a black hole, every time i try to remember something it just sucks all my thoughts, and were back to zero. I can only remember i was running, don´t know from who or to where. I was running as fast as my legs could take me, and after a while my legs stopped moving, and i fell into a pile of cold leaves, and heard them shriek beneath my weight. I lifted my head and stared at the humungous forest that stood beside me, and there was a lake, and there was a full moon, it seemed to be waiting for something to happen or maybe procesing something that had happened, i really didn´t know. (When i was little i used to be afraid to the moon because i found it omnipresent, it was everywhere, now it reminds me to Alison). It was autumn and the wind sang as it glided smoothly inbetween the leaves, wanting you to follow him into the dark forests, wanting to reveal the secrets that it kep inside. But the wind didn´t impress me most, it was the magnificent lake that did. The ability to mimic, to reflect, to mirror, to copy, just like Alison did.
