Choice
Total darkness surrounds me. It's quite and that scares me, nothing use to be this quite. Where was I? How did I get here? Though I didn't have the answer yet, I know that in time the answers would come. Suddenly a bright figure appears in front of me. I back away, afraid of what it wants and fear of what it was. Then another bright figure appears next to it.
It's hard to say the feeling that over came me. What was I suppose to do? Was I even suppose to do anything? The figures in front of me both seemed friendly and whose brightness defy all description.
Then as if on Que, they both reached out there hands to me. I'm suppose to choose? But which was right? Standing there motionless for a second I decide on the one on the right of me. I take its' hand. All of a sudden the figure turns into someone, someone I know.
This person hurt me, made me feel horrible. This person did things I couldn't bare to think of. Why did I choose this one? Was it because of it's looks? I know not. But at one time I did feel secure with this person, thinking it would protect me, save me when I was feeling lower than six feet under. Not now though, not after what it did. I let go of its' hand, turn to the left of me and take the other persons' hand.
This person I knew all to well. This person was loving, caring, and would never hurt me. But the same time I felt distant and unwanted by this person. I knew this person, this person knew me. It felt right, but at the same time I knew it wasn't the one I was suppose to go with. I let go of its' hand as well. The figures returned to their original forms and vanished. I was left alone, terribly alone in this darkened world. What was to become of me?
I know not.
It's hard to say the feeling that over came me. What was I suppose to do? Was I even suppose to do anything? The figures in front of me both seemed friendly and whose brightness defy all description.
Then as if on Que, they both reached out there hands to me. I'm suppose to choose? But which was right? Standing there motionless for a second I decide on the one on the right of me. I take its' hand. All of a sudden the figure turns into someone, someone I know.
This person hurt me, made me feel horrible. This person did things I couldn't bare to think of. Why did I choose this one? Was it because of it's looks? I know not. But at one time I did feel secure with this person, thinking it would protect me, save me when I was feeling lower than six feet under. Not now though, not after what it did. I let go of its' hand, turn to the left of me and take the other persons' hand.
This person I knew all to well. This person was loving, caring, and would never hurt me. But the same time I felt distant and unwanted by this person. I knew this person, this person knew me. It felt right, but at the same time I knew it wasn't the one I was suppose to go with. I let go of its' hand as well. The figures returned to their original forms and vanished. I was left alone, terribly alone in this darkened world. What was to become of me?
I know not.