As I shield myself from this blinding sunlight, the wind blew hard. I woke up from this day dream with a snap. I grew terrified. As I made my every step, my body starts to shiver more and more. I faced forward, stared ahead on road, and thought, I walked this path, everyday yet, I never got used to it.
This road, though it’s perfectly straight and cemented, seemed to grew harder and harded to pass on to with each passing day. It’s as if it becomes more rocky today that it was yesterday. And surprizingly frightening, it seemed lesser rocky the other day that it was yesterday. I start to get myself terrified. Terrified for how rocky this road might be tomorrow and the days after it.
Helplessly holding myself of fear, I started to wonder what lies ahead of me. What lies beyond these cloud-like path? What might be there beyond the scope of my view? What is there when I reached it? How far could I go? How much could I give? How much pain would I receive?
A part of me wants to slap myself to reality, pat my back and say, “It’s okay.” Yet, the other part of me, brain dead, can’t move a muscle, gazing to a distant as if in trance, won by fear, terrified to death.
Kyo . My only refuge. Your voice is that of an angel’s. Sing to me. Sing to me tonight. Sing to me until my heart calms… Until this nightmare fades…