The sky is so beautiful as I look up with my dark brown eyes,
Every aspect of colors filling me up twice the size,
And yet, I still don’t feel nothing inside.
I get up from the patches of grass underneath me,  to see in front of me, a few pine trees, rustling,
A nice breeze, that brushes my face, softly,
To abruptly see that I’m not alone, well I’ll be.
I’ve never seen this person before, ever,
And yet he comes near me, slouching down slowly, with his light brown eyes
And tries to speak to me but nothing he said towards me was coming out correctly,
And so he smiled, lightly and got back up on his feet and walked off,
Disappearing from my sights as he faded in between the trees,
And a gust of wind, closing my eyes shut heavily,
I start to hear voices calling my name,
And as the wind stopped blowing, I opened my eyes once again to see that what was in front of me was pitch black
Nothing in sight, as if I felt lost,
Left inside my own thoughts,
I didn’t want to make a slight move but,
The noise abruptly started again, gradually getting louder...
and louder...
When suddenly a door...
A door so bleak that it  was rusted, old but oddly not bullet proof,
Like there were little holes here and there but I couldn’t see through...what could be inside that is true...
To be continued