The Inner Compass-1
The clock ticks. It's hands making it's usual rounds as my eyes peer out from my thin pale hands, I wince.
A sharp light so unnatural pierces my senses that had once been sent into dark isolation. What is this odd sensation?
Suddenly, I feel a light push against my back. A palm pressing ever so gently and I fall...
I fall forwards. I shut my eyes instinctively. I don't want to see my former world return. A world like a black wall. Limited. Restricted. Shaded. As though no path is ever laid out before myself.
The shades of my eyelids flash a myriad of colors. I feel the brush of the wind against my cheeks and I lift my arms away from my chest. I'm free. Released. Bound no more.
A sharp light so unnatural pierces my senses that had once been sent into dark isolation. What is this odd sensation?
Suddenly, I feel a light push against my back. A palm pressing ever so gently and I fall...
I fall forwards. I shut my eyes instinctively. I don't want to see my former world return. A world like a black wall. Limited. Restricted. Shaded. As though no path is ever laid out before myself.
The shades of my eyelids flash a myriad of colors. I feel the brush of the wind against my cheeks and I lift my arms away from my chest. I'm free. Released. Bound no more.
Comments