Running,
running,
I'm always running,
when I stop the floor below me falls away again,
and again,
and again.
I've learned to go through the cycle
allowing myself to drift through time and space.
where a man competes for pointless affection.
where children grow old and sad.
where the scariest things in the world are horseflies and dead men.
I'm tired of drifting,
of not understanding
the quiet mutters in my brain turning me into a hopeless creature.
The day something interesting happens
I'll fly from this realm
back into reality,
perhaps as a hero, or a monster
At least I'm living
and the cycle can continue through my eyes alone.
goodbye,
old friend,
new enemy,
and all in-between
the sky and the ground.
truly yours, The Soulless
About the Creator
Qwill R. Brennan
I write stories, not much to say. I enjoy playing with reality. Writing more weird stories like twilight zone-type stuff. I’ve recently been diving into horror as of late.
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