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Brainstorming (unemo, I swear) |
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Alright, I'm taking a break from my emotionally-filled entries to brainstorm. Everything I write here isn't preplanned, I'm just getting the lay of the land for some story ideas and seeing how they form up.
Awakened by a flash of light, as if I could actually sleep. I'm cold, and I still sweat. Memories of where my mind was as I slept filled my head. They rush so quickly and are gone just as fast. They scare me, these thoughts. They're violent, bloody, they scare the hell out of me. I try to hold on to any of these thoughts as they flee my head, but I have little luck. They all disipate with the lightning that woke. All I have left is a face and a sense of dread. This face is similar to my own, but at the same time entirely different. This face is demented, twisted, scared.
I put my feet on the ground and sit upright. I hold my head in my hands as if my hands could just erase these memories, as if my hands could add clarity to them. I get up, it's raining. It has been raining all night. I walk through the darkness with a constant state of foreboding, a constant state of fear. I grasp through the darkness of my appartment to find the lightswitch. Light instantly shears away the darkness that surrounds me. It's blinding, but comforting. It lets me know that this darkness is only temporary, it holds no threat on me.
I half-blindly walk towards the sink. My eyes still squinted, still shielded from the blinding light. As I look in the mirror I see that face again, no not the same face, my face. It's not as horrifying, but the fear is the same. The fear of clarity, the fear of knowledge. I get a drink to calm myself, but my hand still shakes. I still feel that cold sweat, that sense of dread. It's 3:49 a.m., I need to sleep. I head back to my room, turning off the lights, returning to the darkness. I lay prostrate, I try to flush out that dream from my mind, but that face still lingers, as does the fear associated with it. I crave clarity, but I'm afraid of the revelation it will bring. I long for tomorrow, for the light.
 haruki_jitsunin · Sat Aug 16, 2008 @ 10:01am · 0 Comments |
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