All night long I was searching in the crowd for that perfectly curved eye. Floating on the din ,I couldn't hear anything.I smiled to every classmate I met,but I was confused that why I was here , what I was doing and most importantly ,where was he ...
All of a sudden my hands were in his ,gripped tightly .He freed me out of the huddle and made us dash into darkness of nowhere. After hours of rushing over a rough rocky way--perhaps there was no way at all--my excitement faded into confusions. I couldn't see a thing in the total dimness and vagueness.
"where are we going now?
"where ....are we ?
"when shall we stop?
It occured to me that I would never see the morning light,and we would never stop running.
It was not somebody or devil or monster that we were escaping from.
It was life itself.
Hereby we could never reach that destination,we could never win unless we give up that goal.
Finally,I asked him ,
"who are you ?"
-----I waked up with a blunt pain in my head and breast.
what did I see?A tilted tall figure standing --or hanging--still at the end of my bed ,and something square-shaped with stripy patterns next to my neck.I totally forgot to fear .No sooner had I reached out for that strange stripy thing than the familiar tinnitus coupled with a sweeping numbness overwhelmed me.I fell back again into that dark kingdom dominated by an unknown devil who had showed special interest in me since long before.
He wants me. He wants to steal my vacillated soul when I am down in the hopeless night. I can feel that,when some part of me was hauled out and struggling with that infinite and irresistible power emerging from the dark.
continuously I fell backward ,while everything around me darted forward at a gallop before I could grasp any of them .
However,I didn't crash . After all He made me a safe landing onto the realities,without any clues of his world----no figure ,no stripy thing,no roaring in my ear.
I guess that I was thrown out ,when I tryed to spy and discover his universe .
He wants to overmaster an unconscious gloomy soul which possessing a promising talent of melancholy that he requires .
Just another dogfall.
Maybe it's no good for me at all to reveal his world.
Maybe it's better for me to submit.
Maybe he's my real god.
Maybe he will send me to die after extracting out what he wants.
Maybe I am his queen .
Maybe I am just one of his collections.
Right or wrong , it's over for this bout.
Night was so calm as nothing had happened.
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