chaos-lives-here

After what I consider to be half a mile, he stops to catch his breath. This was one hell of a run! Between the sounds of panting I hear groans. He looks hurt, and I would bet the cause is just some psychological pain, the instability of choosing to run away from everything he had, trying to get rid of whatever pushed him to do this daring act. Yet, he was fanatically scared about it, about being found, about how he was supposed to live life. This is a big crossroads for him and he doesn't know how to act, what to do next. He isn't ready to face this problem and neither am I ready to begin descending that ladder. The least I can do is whisper

I take the big leap over the axon into one of the dendrites. Speeding down the nervous system I experience all kind of feelings. Quite unusual for such a simple boy. I see a lot of grief, but all of it faced with smiles. On the other hand I see a lot of joy, greeted with tears. The only thing that soothes my transition pain is the feeling of love this boy has. He has too much love to give, and I feel like I am stealing some of it. His heart is weak also. It must have been beating faster than the speed of light in the past few hours. I have to admit I am happy with this vessel. I think this one won't last long, but it will be enough time to do

Time slips past me while I am dormant on the ground. The thing is, once I open my eyes, I am not there anymore. The combination of tiredness and a thoughtless head bang must have been a little too much for Will's body. When I do wake up, someone had already found me, and as far as I can tell from my vast experience and intuitiveness, that someone got me in a hospital. If I take one step further, I can asume the vehicle used happened to be an ambulance. The swarm of nurses running past the open door of my room makes me wonder, what time is it? I am alone in this room. It appears to be slightly bigger than Will's room. The straps that are supp

I am so eager for it to happen. Why does it even take so long? How am I supposed to finish my monthly goal if I have to wait a whole week for this to happen? The darkness inspires boredom, and, when I am bored, I get grumpy, and, needless to say, grumpy is bad for a person like me. I never had to stay in this queue for so long before, someone up there always finds a way to get me at the top of the list. Or did I anger Him for not doing my job properly last time? It wouldn't be fair. In my contract it clearly states that I get to skip one task a year. I think I hear someone aproaching. For a few seconds I wait in vain, then the sweet sound of

I would think of myself as a wallflower. Always stuck in the corner of my round self, always observing the dark and listening as deaf. Longing for a spark of light from Heaven, or even a single ash from Hell. I am a mirror that sees anyone as their true self, but stuck on seeing myself as a pale green light on a shiny surface. I live life as I am dancing with the moon over the stars, with my head below the depths of the ocean. But I don't lead this dance. I am as helpless as a snowflake, frozen, but falling with other thousands, turning to ashes the instant I hit the ground, ready to be reborn but never being. Only laying there, as debris o