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Undeniable, completion What can be said? I proved you wrong again and again. Followed Stalked, hunted, preyed upon Forever Forever a meaningless walk with no destination Empty mind, forever What are you? Surely a creature even as feeble as you must have some goal. Walking towards somewhere No goal, no where Is this real? No need for any form of sustenance, 10 days, 30 days, 78 days, 116 days later I still follow. This earth is larger than I could have ever imagined. Walking east, 2000 days have passed still walking. An eternal desert barren of life, geographical differences, and sand Rocks, dirt clumped too large to be considered sand My compass is right according to the position of the sun. East is still the direction No where have we arrived An emptiness so lonely I am it now, the only other thing here is it. To which I continue to follow without question Forgotten long ago why I follow this being, so long. I remember only to follow. Never looking back If never seen this creatures face. It has the back of a ***** man. Rags for clothes, dreadlocked brown hair down to halfway its back It cannot be human I must observe closely so I run to it. So does it. As if it knew I was going to run the exact time I take off. Same speed, I’m not gaining a ******* inch. Stop Breathe So does it Hmm… Continue Back always faces me, it knows I follow It must It seems it is always watching something. I see nothing in front of it I drop my water jug, as I pick it up I realize it is empty Barren Dry Hot to touch. How long has it been since it was full? I don’t remember filling it, or even using it I check my pack for something Where is it? It has been on my back this whole time I thought Gone My hands are empty The jug has disappeared What? I have been focused on this person for so long. Have I lost need for sustenance as it? Why? Where have I been walking? How long has it really been? I’ve seen the sun set I’ve dreamt of catching this person, reaching a destination. We fall asleep at synchronized times, as do we awake Or do we? I cannot remember fully the sun setting. Or raising for that matter it stays directly above my head blistering my scalp It’s hot; the heat is merely getting to me Continue Wait, I panic Pinch I’m not dreaming I must shout to this person I don’t remember the last time I spoke, if I ever could. Mouth is as dry as this desert “H-H-HELLO!” I crackled. Someone is screaming behind me I haven’t looked west since I started The same being is facing its back to me when I turn around I turn around same image, same distance. What? I look at my clothes, rags, barely covering my ****** The people that surround me are covered in the exact way When I look at one then the other their hair moves in such a way as if they have quickly turned around like I just did I move my arms as I stare at their backs. They mimic my movements exactly. There is not a giant mirror surrounding me. I would have hit it, and it would’ve showed my face. Not that I can remember what it looks like anymore, I can’t explain a ******* thing, confused, helpless alone with myself it seems How eternal does it last? One following the other upon millions? I MUST BE DREAMING. If so I will turn south To walk side by side with them Continue
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
The Followers
Undeniable, completion What can be said? I proved you wrong again and again. Followed Stalked, hunted, preyed upon Forever Forever a meaningless walk with no destination Empty mind, forever What are you? Surely a creature even as feeble as you must have some goal. Walking towards somewhere No goal, no where Is this real? No need for any form of sustenance, 10 days, 30 days, 78 days, 116 days later I still follow. This earth is larger than I could have ever imagined. Walking east, 2000 days have passed still walking. An eternal desert barren of life, geographical differences, and sand Rocks, dirt clumped too large to be considered sand My compass is right according to the position of the sun. East is still the direction No where have we arrived An emptiness so lonely I am it now, the only other thing here is it. To which I continue to follow without question Forgotten long ago why I follow this being, so long. I remember only to follow. Never looking back If never seen this creatures face. It has the back of a ***** man. Rags for clothes, dreadlocked brown hair down to halfway its back It cannot be human I must observe closely so I run to it. So does it. As if it knew I was going to run the exact time I take off. Same speed, I’m not gaining a ******* inch. Stop Breathe So does it Hmm… Continue Back always faces me, it knows I follow It must It seems it is always watching something. I see nothing in front of it I drop my water jug, as I pick it up I realize it is empty Barren Dry Hot to touch. How long has it been since it was full? I don’t remember filling it, or even using it I check my pack for something Where is it? It has been on my back this whole time I thought Gone My hands are empty The jug has disappeared What? I have been focused on this person for so long. Have I lost need for sustenance as it? Why? Where have I been walking? How long has it really been? I’ve seen the sun set I’ve dreamt of catching this person, reaching a destination. We fall asleep at synchronized times, as do we awake Or do we? I cannot remember fully the sun setting. Or raising for that matter it stays directly above my head blistering my scalp It’s hot; the heat is merely getting to me Continue Wait, I panic Pinch I’m not dreaming I must shout to this person I don’t remember the last time I spoke, if I ever could. Mouth is as dry as this desert “H-H-HELLO!” I crackled. Someone is screaming behind me I haven’t looked west since I started The same being is facing its back to me when I turn around I turn around same image, same distance. What? I look at my clothes, rags, barely covering my ****** The people that surround me are covered in the exact way When I look at one then the other their hair moves in such a way as if they have quickly turned around like I just did I move my arms as I stare at their backs. They mimic my movements exactly. There is not a giant mirror surrounding me. I would have hit it, and it would’ve showed my face. Not that I can remember what it looks like anymore, I can’t explain a ******* thing, confused, helpless alone with myself it seems How eternal does it last? One following the other upon millions? I MUST BE DREAMING. If so I will turn south To walk side by side with them Continue
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
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