There was something calling me when I left that night.
Something about the wind's call.
I wandered below the orange glow of the street lamps.
I wandered into the countryside.
I wandered to the cruelest mountain peaks.
The bitter cold bit my pink cheeks. A place of death had never made me feel more alive.
Something crept from the shadows. It was a horrifying, dangerous thing I could never look at head- on, for fear of turning stone. It was something no human need see. It was indefinable, indescribable, and utterly terrifying. And yet I moved towards it.
Suddenly, I was not afraid of myself.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
There was something calling me when I left that night.
Something about the wind's call.
I wandered below the orange glow of the street lamps.
I wandered into the countryside.
I wandered to the cruelest mountain peaks.
The bitter cold bit my pink cheeks. A place of death had never made me feel more alive.
Something crept from the shadows. It was a horrifying, dangerous thing I could never look at head- on, for fear of turning stone. It was something no human need see. It was indefinable, indescribable, and utterly terrifying. And yet I moved towards it.
Suddenly, I was not afraid of myself.
