I was on my way back home, holding my phone in my clammy palms, skipping stone along the way.
Suddenly I had to squint.
What was that shiny thing, on the ground, between the grass?
Something glimmered and I almost lost it when the clouds blanketed the sun.
I waited, stiff, afraid I'd lose my vantage point.
Slowly the clouds parted and I managed to find it again.
The eyes, of a girl, knowing eyes looked back at me. She was worried, I could tell.
I wanted to reach out and pull her out of the earth.
But at the bink of an eye, something happened.
I suddenly saw the same eyes staring at me with the sky at the back of her head.
I try to look behind me, but there is no space.
I roll my eyes to the side and all I see is darkness.
I look up to see the girl is now gone. I was gone.
All I could do right now, was wait.
Wait for me to come back so I can switch.
If I can.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
I was on my way back home, holding my phone in my clammy palms, skipping stone along the way.
Suddenly I had to squint.
What was that shiny thing, on the ground, between the grass?
Something glimmered and I almost lost it when the clouds blanketed the sun.
I waited, stiff, afraid I'd lose my vantage point.
Slowly the clouds parted and I managed to find it again.
The eyes, of a girl, knowing eyes looked back at me. She was worried, I could tell.
I wanted to reach out and pull her out of the earth.
But at the bink of an eye, something happened.
I suddenly saw the same eyes staring at me with the sky at the back of her head.
I try to look behind me, but there is no space.
I roll my eyes to the side and all I see is darkness.
I look up to see the girl is now gone. I was gone.
All I could do right now, was wait.
Wait for me to come back so I can switch.
If I can.
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