It’s time like these, the gray area, where people really seem to happen. Things becoming things, people, become true people. When you’re neither happy, nor say. Not angry, but not joyful. It’s the times when the world seems to stop, because it’s spinning so fast. Like the wheels on a car, when you reach a certain speed, everything seems to appear to spin backwards. Increasing in speed till everything becomes a blur, colors flowing into sounds, taste into feel. The world itself becomes so unreal. And it’s just then, that you get thrown into darkness, screeching to a halt. Breaking you down from the inside out, you start to feel it eating you. Creating the one thing you hoped to never become. Then you see a light, in all this darkness and lostness. You see hope. You call, but you have no voice, only sight. and just before all hope is lost, and faith is lost, a blink of an eye, and you wake up, and realize it was, in fact, only a dream….
