He drew in haste. He had deadlines to meet. It was ridiculous. This is not how it was supposed to be. You can never rush art. But he had to. He was bringing art to the realm of time. And he knew that it would bounce. He had no choice. The world is moving fast and he had to keep up with it.
Can you hear it, the sound the sunlight make when it first hits the ground?
His heart started beating faster as he climbed.
Every new step pumped an ounce more adrenaline to his veins.
He was breathing faster.
The wind soothed him.
But at this moment peace terrorised him.
Smoke, Heavy head, Lights.
Cough, breathe, repeat!
Blurry vision and weightless body.
Seeing life as if in a Cinema.
Echoing sounds and blurry vision.
“And they lived happily ever after”
The story ended.
The thought didn’t.
“Happily ever after”!
green? red? yellow?
no! no!
yellow? orange? white
no! no!
black. pitch black!
what was it?
Night.
The moon, the stars.
The wind kissed the trees.
Owls shrieked.
Wolves howled.
“Breathe! Breathe!”
she couldn’t
she forgot
“Come on beth, open your eyes!”
she couldn’t
she forgot
Nobody knows why,
why I follow the light
People think I crave it
They think I’m afraid of the darkness
And that I will die without it