I am in a cold black abyss.
Nothing is here.
A haunting tune plays in the backround.
It begins to snow in one lone place.
As I walk to the snow, a cold breeze comes from no where.
I can see yet not feel theissnow.
As I look past it, I see another in my life.
But they live as though I never existed.
Everything goes right for them.
The tune grows louder as I try to reach through.
But as my hand is almost there,
It hits a glass window of a sort.
I cannot get through.
When I call out, no one answers.
And then the tune stops.
A voice calls.
It screams at me
"You are worthless!" it yells.
"You do not belong!"
"They would be better without you!"
The voice fades and the music returns.
The melody deafens me.
Suddenly, I find myself falling backwards.
The snow is gone. The tune fades. And suddenly everything goes black.
I cannot see.
I cannot feel.
...And then I wake up.
--
Oh, the love of re-occuring dreams.
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
Reply | ||||||
|
|