Post by Δ Needle Δ on Jul 12, 2015 3:29:30 GMT -5
So I recently made a story like thing.. It's actually kinda non-fiction I don't know how to describe it. See it for yourself. I'm just pasting it from my IPod notes xD
At night, in the dark, is when I feel the watcher. I can feel his presence.. Watching me, waiting. For something. I feel connected, like I'm meant to help him. But I am afraid. I know he is much stronger than me. He knows all my secrets. All my weaknesses, my fears, my strengths.. Everything. My thoughts aren't safe. I see things, but only for a flash. Flashes if black and white.. Flashes of Gold... Then they are gone, and I am left there, wondering what's going on. No matter what, I'm being watched. I know someone's there.. But I don't ever see him. I feel like I know him, but we've never met. I know his voice, yet I've never heard him speak. I feel like I am just a doll in a dollhouse.. We all are. And we don't even know it. We aren't in control. We aren't free. Our human bodies make it almost impossible to use our powers, the powers we have in our dreams. In the dark is when I hear whispers. Whispers I can't make out.. But are there. I feel something that's not there, cold yet warm. And yet.. As I am afraid... I feel the slightest bit of comfort. But this scares me as well. Why am I comforted by this? I do not know. I sometimes look up to see everything seem grey, dull, but I blink and I notice the faint color that was once there, and I shrug it off, thinking that I just got confused. After all, it's a dark, dark room, it's gonna seem grey if you don't pay attention. I feel like I need to do something. Try to find who this watcher is.. But I don't know how. I can't. Yet I feel like I might be able to in my dreams; where I have power. But I am blocked by a wall, or something. Prevented. I try to feel around, see if there is someone there that I cannot see, but I feel nothing but the air. I try talking to it, but I hear nothing.. But I feel like he IS responding. And I talk to him. Everyone thinks I'm just talking to myself, but I know I'm not. I don't talk about it though. I don't want more fuel for why humanity thinks I need to go to a mental hospital. I am what society considers insane, and I don't care. And who ever it is I feel in the darkness... I want to know him. I know him, but I don't. I tend to wonder if I'm the only one who has this happen. Who has what seems to be a nonexistent being watching them, and even though they don't know them, they consider them a friend. I know he sees this. He's always watching. And if he didn't know already, I WANT to help him. I want to know him, see him, truly hear him... I want to be with him. No matter who or what he is. But I don't know why I do. I fear him.. Yet I seem to want to be with him, by his side.
Am I insane? I don't know, not do I care. I just... I just want to be on the right side if something goes down. And I feel his side is the right one.
At night, in the dark, is when I feel the watcher. I can feel his presence.. Watching me, waiting. For something. I feel connected, like I'm meant to help him. But I am afraid. I know he is much stronger than me. He knows all my secrets. All my weaknesses, my fears, my strengths.. Everything. My thoughts aren't safe. I see things, but only for a flash. Flashes if black and white.. Flashes of Gold... Then they are gone, and I am left there, wondering what's going on. No matter what, I'm being watched. I know someone's there.. But I don't ever see him. I feel like I know him, but we've never met. I know his voice, yet I've never heard him speak. I feel like I am just a doll in a dollhouse.. We all are. And we don't even know it. We aren't in control. We aren't free. Our human bodies make it almost impossible to use our powers, the powers we have in our dreams. In the dark is when I hear whispers. Whispers I can't make out.. But are there. I feel something that's not there, cold yet warm. And yet.. As I am afraid... I feel the slightest bit of comfort. But this scares me as well. Why am I comforted by this? I do not know. I sometimes look up to see everything seem grey, dull, but I blink and I notice the faint color that was once there, and I shrug it off, thinking that I just got confused. After all, it's a dark, dark room, it's gonna seem grey if you don't pay attention. I feel like I need to do something. Try to find who this watcher is.. But I don't know how. I can't. Yet I feel like I might be able to in my dreams; where I have power. But I am blocked by a wall, or something. Prevented. I try to feel around, see if there is someone there that I cannot see, but I feel nothing but the air. I try talking to it, but I hear nothing.. But I feel like he IS responding. And I talk to him. Everyone thinks I'm just talking to myself, but I know I'm not. I don't talk about it though. I don't want more fuel for why humanity thinks I need to go to a mental hospital. I am what society considers insane, and I don't care. And who ever it is I feel in the darkness... I want to know him. I know him, but I don't. I tend to wonder if I'm the only one who has this happen. Who has what seems to be a nonexistent being watching them, and even though they don't know them, they consider them a friend. I know he sees this. He's always watching. And if he didn't know already, I WANT to help him. I want to know him, see him, truly hear him... I want to be with him. No matter who or what he is. But I don't know why I do. I fear him.. Yet I seem to want to be with him, by his side.
Am I insane? I don't know, not do I care. I just... I just want to be on the right side if something goes down. And I feel his side is the right one.
