If it wasn't for rest we would be dead, so we spend 33% of our lives sleeping, a significant number of us imagining. An expansive piece of our presences are spent in the otherworldly domain, awakening to backpedal to envisioning once more. I haven't been resting, so I haven't been envisioning, however I'm attempting to avoid laying down with evil presences. What is the purpose behind this current ascending from unmistakable drop, where need nullifies reality and my subliminal stays spent. I don't know... I woke up as a general rule from a fantasy that appeared to be tolerable. I separated a casualty from a thought cemented in concrete. Damn, I realize what happens when I dream, I dissipate from my vessel. - Summer Moon
About the Creator
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs8 days ago in Fiction
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