I woke up laying down in this empty white room, I raise my head to look around, there’s nothing, nothing except this cold feeling and a window. How can a place feel so safe and so unwelcoming at the same time?
I can’t breathe, I want to run, I have to run. I look outside too see such life and vibrant colors so I run in full speed towards the window, I’ll break this down, if it doesn’t break me first, but this window opened itself. With a grin on my face, one foot inside, one foot outside almost touching the ground, I’m brutally pulled back, with the same force I wanted to escape.
Ropes that weren’t here before dragged me back, but I’m not tide up, I’m rather attached. One grows from the back of my neck, one from my right shoulder, one from my left shoulder, and one from my back, perfectly aligned with my heart. I look back to see the source but they go beyond my sight, somehow evaporating, lost in a white smoke.
Clear blood dripping from every attachment, it hurts, it hurts inside but mostly outside my body, even this room is in pain. Willing to follow the smoke and free myself right from the source of these strange ropes, I stand up slowly, clench my fists and prepare myself as for facing the greatest threat of all times, unfortunately between the time I opened my eyes to the moment my head faced its direction… it was all gone, no smoke no ropes, no blood… This might be my chance to run again, so I try but right when I feel the sweet air on my skin, I’m dragged right back in…
What is this?
This is me inside my own mind
This is me trapped and pulled back by my own thoughts with the ropes of my past traumas,
This is me fighting myself.
