I am running. I don’t know from what. I don’t know where to. I am Just running.
Black roads under my feet are leading me towards an equally black destination. Is this my present? Or is it my future?
I should scream, shouldn’t I? At least, call for help. I try doing that, but only alphabets come out of my mouth. An A, then a H, L, M, and P. Alphabets fall down one by one, not really forming words. That’s strange! I know lots of words, lots and lots. Yeah, I mean sometimes I do have trouble articulating my exact feelings or what I exactly think. Yeah, I mean sometimes that leads to misunderstandings. But, I definitely know some words. I should make some noise at least, shouldn’t I? Nope, it’s not happening either.
I can see the darkness forming shapes around me. Faces, incidents, experiences, disappointments, thoughts, and failures start appearing around me as I run. I can see these shapes and forms floating midair as I try to run fast with all my might. They are as clear as a mirror. Too clear for my comfort. I don’t want to look at them, and I don’t want to face them. I run faster. Will they pull me back? I hope not.
Then, there are fingers, akin to the darkness that surrounds them. Are they pointing at me? Yes. All of them? Yes, all of them. I don’t feel comfortable. I know what I have done. I know. Those fingers know it too. They will tell everyone. No, I don’t want that. I run faster. I have to get away from them. Are they following me? I hope not.
I am running. I know from what, but I don’t know where to. I am just running. I need to run faster. I cannot feel the road under my feet. The road is melting away. What will happen to me now? There is so much baggage that I cannot fly or float. I am falling. I am falling faster than I had anticipated. There is nothing to hold on. I am falling.
I should wake up now, shouldn’t I?