Standing alone, but knowing I'm not
Fearing the most don't get shot
A roads in the middle
I don't know where it goes
But it solves my riddle
With all of it's foes.
It's dark outside
There's creatures among me. We scour around this road that runs through all that we know. It's dark again, you can cut the night with your hand...
And of course so suddenly and randomly objects begin racing down this road shooting us and killing us. I don't know what im doing I don't know what I'm protecting... Part of me says run part of me says fight... But they are winning.
Getting shot feels real, dying feels so suffocating and bleeding out feels bad. But after you've had enough suffering you die and then you come back. I don't know how the dream started and I don't remember how it ends, all I know is that I die again and again.