Imagine, going to bed last night, and waking up into another world. Not metaphorically speaking, but literally waking up into destruction.
Imagine, being surrounded by them.
They mock us! They taunt us!
How did I get here?
No! I shouldn’t have ask that. I slowly walked on the rails. I could imagine trains riding that rail, probably with kids bubbling with candy. I smiled at that thought. I smiled at a lot of thoughts. I looked at the old ice cream shop. Also imagining Saturday morning, going there with family and friends, making it our ‘thing’ to go there. I smiled at the image, I opened my eyes. Now look at it! Desolated. Empty. Gone.
Destruction was everywhere. There was not a building that wasn’t shattered, or burnt down.
What happened to it?
I sat at the end of the trails, watching. Inhaling the irony air, tainted to with the dead. Darkness. Redness. Dried up blood was everywhere. Gone. No one was here. The surrounding was gloomily, foggy. The sun no longer shining so brightly. .
What had happened? Why I am here? I felt tears against my cheeks, snot running down my nose, onto my lips. I once cared about my appearance, now look at me. I wanted to go home. But I couldn’t. I don’t know how, or where I was.
“Once filled with joy, now filled with void.” I said, only imagined what happened. I could tell that this place was of beauty, what happened to it?
That question was a constant variable in my mind, I pondered upon it every second of being here.
Maybe it’s just a dream. I scoffed at that thought. The metallic air blew, buildings shook at their fragility at the wind. I saw an old center, and once again my creative mind started to wonder. Imagine how much people were rushed to and saved at that center.
It’s only a matter of time before they find me. I couldn’t hide anymore. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. I wish, oh how I wish, this was a dream. That thousands of people did not die from their hands.
I felt my head pound, and a screeching sound appeared out of nowhere.
I yelled as the noise frequency erupted through my ears. I felt myself being grabbed and pulled, I fought but it was strong. My body shook with panic and I felt light headed.
All I remembered hearing was,
“Thought you can get away? I am your God, and no one hides from. Now conform!”
What?
Lauren O’Connell. “House of the Rising Sun.” Ostwald J Guillén. Soundcloud.com n.d web. 04 February 2016.
Alisdair Miller. Urban .
The Awaken 