Searing, my head was throbbing in pain as I got out from the trance. Sitting, staring blankly into the emptiness that lied within me, as far as I could see. I sat singularly in the middle of nothingness, rolling with everything that I got, I was still unable to control my body as if I had lost all my senses.
My heart was pounding, I’m still alive. I cupped my hands against my sweaty forehead. Nothing much changed, just a couple of times passed me by, much. My body was lethargic, What…
An ominous presence sauntered in the vicinity, my train of thoughts came to a halt. Something was wrong, right into my bones, I felt it. The malignancy was approaching, holding nothing back, including its breath for murder. Falling short, I recalled the distant past, reckoning that I was lacking of all my senses, I was in the mission to search for them.
Straightening my body, I attempted to stand up for the very first time after a year long, my legs clattered against the cold hard chains, rattling rebelliously, against my freedom. Mustering the remnants of my wearied energy, I dragged myself away from the source of malignancy. I would crawl using my teeth if I needed to flee myself.
It was coming closer, I could sense it, somehow.
“I can’t die here, again.” heaved against my rib cage, steadfast, “all of this is not for nothing, I am not losing my purpose again…”
As I thought to myself, I was starting to lose myself again. Darkness bolted out of the blue, consuming everything in sight, I…
hello darkness, my old friend.
swimming deep, losing me
this is not how i intended
for this to go down
but, Murphy’s right
i need to sought out
the broken pieces of me
i found my first sense.
the sense of self.
SNAP! my conscience was flung back into life, no longer spiraling in nothingness, “I am not going back, never, again!”
“I have a purpose. I am going to write, I am going to be more.”
“I am…” Don’t lo…se.. . .
Something was burning.
I am forgetting something…