kellie
I feel it pulling, on every inch of my body. It yanks and screams and drags me along, further and further down. I look up, searching for a reason, and I see you.
It began softly, a whisper I didn't even notice. But it escalated, quickly, until it was roaring overhead and the whole house was shaking, and all I could do was hit the ground and pray.
It was then that I realised what was really important. More than anything, in a sense: thinking. To think, really think, and question all that we take for granted, and then to act upon that thought, is to live.
He was insane. I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on him. It was kooky, fun, crazy kind of thing. I already knew it would drive me crazy, being around him everyday for the next 10 months. But I was going to love it.
I often wondered if I'd ever find a way to make it work. It'd been months now, and I dealt by just pretending it didn't exist. Well, that had worked so far. I took a deep breath and walked through his door once again.
The plain extended as far the eye could see in every direction, golden and endless. Then suddenly, the mountains, red and glorious, arose in the middle of it all.
It was just a bright speck, at first. As I drew near it, It grew larger and larger, until it engulfed me completely. Then I stepped through the entrance, and left everything behind.
It was ages ago that we did that. I had almost forgotten, really. But as soon as the dirt turned over and the silver tin foil peaked out at me, I remembered everything. The buried treasures were still there, tokens of a lost childhood.
The highest floor. That's where I always found him. Regardless of where, I could go the upper level of any building and he would be there, sitting the balcony, thinking.
I do that now. The memories help, on the hard days.