awkening
They've stopped, the voices have stopped. it's a quiet now, in my head, here in the house. There hasn't been a quiet moment for months. Now, nothing. The silence is so massive it's seems defening.
The sound of my heatbeat is a thunder strike in my head, which is clear. almost purged it seems to me.
I think... I know, I went insane for a while, forgot who I was, what I was, what I was suppose to do. but now it clear. my mind, my purpose, it's clear. I'm focused, already I feel it behind my eyes, the need, the demand.
The answer to it is all around me. on the floor, the walls, the ceilling, on every surface of this house. written, painted or scratched.
Grae.
I must find Grae.
The sound of my heatbeat is a thunder strike in my head, which is clear. almost purged it seems to me.
I think... I know, I went insane for a while, forgot who I was, what I was, what I was suppose to do. but now it clear. my mind, my purpose, it's clear. I'm focused, already I feel it behind my eyes, the need, the demand.
The answer to it is all around me. on the floor, the walls, the ceilling, on every surface of this house. written, painted or scratched.
Grae.
I must find Grae.