A peek at the other side
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October 4, 2010
00:00:00
I don't really know how I came to be. Just that one day, I had this consciousness, and I just came alive, I think. Despite it being dark for as long as I remember, and I had no recollection of events and such, I somehow know that I am just here, though for what reason, for what purpose, I still don't know. Little by little I became aware of my extremities, and knowledge flood my mind. How to move, how to speak, how to think. It is a mystery, one that I never gave much thought to. Perhaps if I bothered I would have found out more, but I didn't, so I don't. All I know is...
I'm here.
Xxx
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October 4, 2010
00:00:00
There were times when light enters my dark little world. With is I see blurry silhouettes of people, and something -gloved hands- touches my face, my limbs. Try as I might, nothing comes to me; they remain faceless strangers, and will remain as such for me.
Xxx
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October 13, 2010
00:00:00
Something is calling out to me.
...
There's no sound, no words. But it's beckoning to me. It's like it's saying "I'm waiting, come to me."
How I came to that conclusion I'll never be able to explain, but it's been there, at the back of my mind, a presence that I can't fully grasp. I can ignore it most of the time, the faint brush of something. Something warm. On any other circumstances I would have found it to be annoying, disturbing, but in this abyss I currently exist in, I savor this presence.
It gives me hope.
A break from the repetitive norm.
The endless nothingness.
Something to look forward to...
To feel that I am not alone...
"Come home to me..."
Xxx
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*Chitchat: Inspiration (or more like frustration) struck, and I just had to do this. Lukie's not here yet, but you're already pushing me to write!