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Wednesday, June 16, 2010, 11:30 AM
My head was hot but my feet were freezing. The night was the darkest i had ever seen, no moon, no stars, no clouds. I walked down a stony path heading towards an old church. The ground was filled with glass and thorns and i left behind a trail of red. There were headless children making snow angels in the gravel in the dirt, i could feel them stare though i know they couldn't. The wind blew my hair around, tousled like a bunch of leaves. The bell at the top of the church rang and an old man in a suit stood at the top of the bell tower, his finger pointing straight at my head. He started yelling at me, not angry, but sad. I could barely make out his words. I walked faster and faster towards the church, my feet now bloody stubs as the ground filled up with more glass and thorns. I felt like i was pushing my feet through a thousand pencil sharpeners. As i reached the gates, the old man screamed and stepped forward. Off the tower and straight to the ground. The sound of his body crunching the stones echoed across the courtyard and a few birds flew off in different directions. I pushed the gates open and ran towards the man, he had a big black hole where his eyes should have been. His skin was made of leather and his body a shriveled mess of bone and flesh. He told me he was tired, he said he was giving up. I realized then that i could not speak, my mouth drier than desert sand. He told me he knew everybody's sin. The ringing of the bell got louder and louder and the wind got stronger, my hair started flying off my head and my clothes turned into dust, gone with the wind. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloody organ. He placed it in my palms and told me it was my heart. As he let go, his hollow eyes filled up with tears and i looked into it. I saw the both of you. Happy. Suddenly, his eyes formed into brilliant blue sparkles. I looked the dying man in the eye and he whispered into my ears, "Dream on till your dreams come true." I had a nightmare. I hope i forget it soon. |
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