My Dark Places: The Entrance

shall we begin?

There is an entrance, a beginning to this travel just like everything else. It might not be what you expect but as you journey further some things will become clear thus others will leave more questions than answers. The trick here is, determining fiction from reality. If you’re not ready for a world where there is no boundary then believing is not an option. Let me just refill my addiction and we shall commence…

…to begin there is only one way in. There is however many ways out, for you at least, not for me. I was a kid once; many years ago. The faintest memory that I recall is that of fear. It came in the shape of a twisted man. Words, thoughts, emotions all bundled up into the abyss of an empty soul. As the raw, decaying shadows of passerby’s struck the ground a mist began to rise all mighty and powerful. There was an odd-shaped feeling about the silence that cut between him and I. His eyes so blue they bled out the sea. His darkness so intriguing but dishonest.  It pulled me into his tricks. His statute high above the skyscrapers as he watched down on me with an empty smile. There is an underwater panorama about my memory but it fades behind him…