This piece and others i write like this are all just scraps of thought that i put together. I plan to part them as one to create a story, with a bit more detail in between. You get what i'm saying.
Time is running out. Time is running fierce. I cant seem to grasp any ounce of it. I sit there trembling in the arms of this boy. practically a stranger. yet i felt whole. But i felt scared. Why was i here? how could i let this happen. My heart shattered i feel myself brake from the strangers grasp and my eyes set sight on the few lost souls trapped in this place with me. they stare back at me with the eyes of children. All of our innocence is struggling to find a way to overwhelm us. to console us in this place. We will be okay, or so we were told. our own judgments matter more then anything. but isn't that why most of got stuck in here to begin with? We were bent on a negative state of mind. We wrote our death in stone. here we all are. circled as one. Staring at one another with the little ounce of innocence we each hold near and dear. I drop my face to my hands. I can no longer look at this. I want to drop my eyes. forever. perhaps i am the most troubled of them all. perhaps i will be here the longest. Time is running out. and as of right now. I'm stuck.
