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Life is distant, the walls are silent but hollow. I hear the echoes. I can hear his laugh. He is taunting me. As I sit in the never-ending abyss. The ground is transparent, I see life as it moves. But I stand still. Through the fog, I see a glass. I reach trying to grasp life. I grab onto the fog. Hoping it will pull me in. The force pushes me back. I am broken.
My life is in pieces. As I watch the fog get thicker. I reach again. Trying to grab onto something real. But I fail. The laugh gets louder. I reach again knowing I will fail. My feet go limp my body is gone. I am falling, I know that now. As I feel the wind hit my face. I see the clouds close in. I am stuck.
What Am I?
I am nothing
I fall. Where Am I?
The walls are warm, my feet are bare.
Everything is bright.
I see greenery everywhere.
I am in heaven.
The wall turns.
I look around, everything is dark.
I see violence, anger, sadness.
This is hell.
I no longer can see the difference.
I feel lifted.
I look down to see I am being pulled up.
I see the hell getting smaller and smaller.
I smile, I am content.
I soon am above the clouds.
I feel I am flying.
I am not restrained.
I am not in the present nor am I in the past.
I am in my own endless time.
I close my eyes.
I fall.
The winds slaps me at every turn.
I try to grasp onto something, anything.
I continue to fall.
“Slap”.
I smell the burning of my skin.
I jump up.
My eyes wide.
Where am I ?
This is not heaven, nor is it hell.
I reach to my side.
The pain grows.
MY body is burning.
I become a flame, and there is not water to put me out.
I scream.
The water hits me, I am calm.
I sit.
Breathing slowly, I feel the fire disappear.
I wait knowing he is coming.
I hear his laugh.
His footsteps everywhere.
There is no point in running.
There is nowhere to go.
I can hear his footsteps getting louder.
He is close.
I lessen my breathing.
I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
I look up there is no one there.
He is taunting me.
I hear his laughs echoing through the walls.
I curl up in a ball closing my eyes waiting.
I open my eyes.
The floor is no longer hot but warm.
I stand up.
Looking around I hear no noise.
I stand still.
Waiting, as I know what is to come.
The floors start to turn.
I can feel heat hitting my face.
I see the walls start to turn.
I close my eyes, preparing myself.
I see the sun.
The flowers are bright.
The lands is vast.
I see the people, going about their daily business.
I think to myself, this must be a dream.
I turn around.
I am right.
The glass that contains me, holds me from freedom.
I see the world move on.
As I watch.
I try and reach out towards the sun.
How I miss the flowers.
The smell of the salty sea water.
The patterning of children’s feet and their little laughs.
