Lost
Who's to say that dreams and nightmares
aren't as real as the here and now?
aren't as real as the here and now?
He was outside, it was a forest, but one he didn’t recognize. It was dark and cold and the wind howled through the black trees whose branches hung like thick hair all around him. He was running from something or someone, but he didn’t know what, he could only feel his skin crawling with fear and the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he ran down a path riddled with holes and tree roots trying to drag him down. He stopped when he could no longer breathe and gasped for the air all around him. Once he was able to calm down, he listened to the darkness, to the silence. Whatever he was running from was gone, but it would be back, he could feel it. It had given up the chase, but it would find him again and he would run again.
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