2.
I
walked. Next to the cliff where I could hear the waves crushing
against the black sharp rocks.
I shivered. The wind was
stiff and cold and wet, quickly draining every bit of warmth from my
body. I needed to get fresh air. Well, the air was very fresh. In
fact, it was horribly cold. The deja vu messed with my head although
I still can’t recall what that was all about. Just the feeling that
something was off. Yea, that’s not really enough to even start
thinking about possible answers. It wasn’t just a ‚normal‘ deja
vu people have every once in a while. No, it was more. So much more.
But still… just a feeling. Oh what does it even matter? I continued
walking. I’ve seen those rocks far too often. Looked down to them
far too often and thought about them far too often. I’m not proud
of that.
I
put on music. The seagulls, the waves, the wind… everything became
too much. Too much noise.
Bass
filled my head. I relaxed. Completely. The repressed tension in my
body loosened, I sat down on a plain rock. And drowned again. Forgot
about the cold, forgot the wetness, forgot the wind, forgot
everything and myself.
3.
Dark. Darkness everywhere.