I'm lost! I can't think, I can't feel, I can't breathe. I can only welcome the darkness. Where are you, my old friend? This is surely the end because I can't continue.
Why must time push me forward, slamming down into a future I don't want? I want to run, but I can't escape this bully. And I refuse to face it!
I will lay here in the dark until it's all gone. Till my soul withers. Till my body rots away. Till there's nothing left to hold the pain. I will stay!
I will hide here in my disillusioned reality where I will find nothing. No more pain. No more heartache. Till there's nothing left to hold on to. I will hide!
I will sleep past the end of time, searching my dreams. Till I find what I want. Till I find what I need. Till there's nothing left to find except peace. I will sleep!
About the Creator
Llwyd L. Brenin
The stories that you see labeled chapter one - chapter sixteen are chapters from my completed book, The story of Promiseum - Dream Walker. So if you decide to escape to my fantasy world, start with chapter one and read them in order.
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