Solidified People

Some of the things that ordinary people take for granted never come back to us.

In the land of dreams I sit. Silence washes over me as darkness clouds my vision. The black fog oppresses every sense of mine. I sit alone, unable to tell if there is anyone around me.

As the darkness fades, I begin to return to life. I eat. I sleep. Everyday I go through the motions, but the people don't return. The darkness hounds me every moment, threatening to return. I hold it off for as long as I can, but every day I fail and fall. Even the sun darkens.

Slowly, people start appearing. But they are light and faded. They appear almost as ghosts and disappear in much the same manner. They speak and I respond. Their words are heartfelt. Mine are forced.

The people never solidify.

To this day I hope they will.

Reviews

[Yawny]

I wonder why your writing is going so unnoticed,
is it that hard to see those jellyfish shining in there?

[Aislinn]

Thank you.

[chris]

beautuful

[Aislinn]

Thank you.