Sleeping a man leave his cares behind. He escpaes into a a world of joy, peace and harmony. Slipping deep into the times he spends their he soon lose him self in this world. Completly wraped in it. Holding tight to his loves, and keeping his mind clear so he may keep his dream going. But soon his mind shifts and brings forth a new world. One of nether biss, hate, love, fun, or fear it matters not. Soon we all must wake form the dreaming world's and enter into our own reality that is unescapeable. wakeing in the dark hours of day he hear's the fimlar sound of water. Dripping on to a concreet slab. Damped only by the thuder roleing in and out. Turning a bad morning into a safe haven for the lovers of the rain and storms. Being entranced in the storms beuty and power he lies in bed. Keeping warm aganst the chilling effects of of the water and its wind counter part. Still the sun rises as expected and it warming efects are delayed by the clouds. Walking for brackfast he looks to the peaks and watches in awe and peace as the clouds make a damp blanket for the trees standing tall their. Soon the day begins and work calls. Sitting as quiet by an infermaty hidden deep my his mind and clothes the lasts for minnts at a time. shifting his seat houre after hour. soon lunch roles itself around and he goes of eating as fast to reiev the pain he scampers of into a sacluted place and waite for the last bell. returning himself to work he sits once again for a few more hours hurtting more and more with every passing moment. but the final bells ring and he departs into his home. with signs of relef and the infermatys dieing efforts he feels good. but later he recives news that is of the worst kind. and soon the fear settles in.
slipping like a rock on algie infested ground he slides into dispare and finds himself almost crying, but he fights back the tears for a little wile. keeping his mind bussy he trys not to think. letting his face lose all emoction he turns himslef into a walking stone pillar. and paces a long walkway ingnoring the calls for help and hte offering of speach. soo he is alowed to reenter his realm of sleep to once again try to fight and escape his hell that has grown on his persion an began to over take his life. but his hart dose ont wish to stop fearing. in hi bowles it twists and wrenches like a skrew shoving cloth through a hole. and a drill cuts his throught. makeing it impossable for him to speek. so he sits fighting bck the tears for more and more time. but soon he will lose and he will return back to his world of peae and joy. but for now he is pleged by this curse from hell it would seam as he tryes to rest his hart for the night. he sit and wrights out a stroy and keeps his mind bussy trying not to be filled overthe brim into the over flow tank with fear and paine.
 morti_cacciatore · Fri Jul 28, 2006 @ 05:55am · 1 Comments |
