LOST IN THE ABYSS This is so horribly familiar. I’m running through the darkness. I’m afraid I’ll run into something I can’t see or that I’ll fall of the edge further into the abyss. Then it’ll be all over for my life. But running is the only thing my mind can think of doing right now. I’m being chased and I don’t want to feel the pain they’re going to inflict on me. They’re trying to trap me and I don’t want to be taken away from the light I’m chasing, but it’s too late. I’m trapped. They’re laughing at me, mocking me, calling me names, and making me feel smaller and smaller and insignificant. That’s how they draw their power, and I’m letting them have it because their words are affecting me. Why do they just stand there in the background, staring. They’re probably enjoying what’s happening to me. I can just imagine the type of eyes they look at me with and the huge grin on their faces.
|Photo Location:||Seattle, Washington, United States of America|
|Copyright:||© Julian Zavala|