I did the only thing I could do. I started walking on the beach. It had to lead somewhere, right? I must have walked for months. I would sleep on the beach, I figured I would bury myself in the warm sand a little bit, to escape the cold, but it never came for me.… Continue reading My search, pt. 7
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My search, pt. 5
That’s when it hit me, he was waiting for us. He was as lonely as I was, maybe even more. I started crying. A horrible flash blinded me and I saw myself laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. Glass. Screaming. My grandfather’s hand on my shoulder brought me back. – What? What did… Continue reading My search, pt. 5
Staring eyes
I could feel the empty stares of the people around me. I knew they weren't even aware that they were staring at me. But it still made me nervous. Could anyone tell? I thought it was impossible for anybody to tell, but it's always easier to imagine a situation than to live it. I could… Continue reading Staring eyes
Back to myself 