Thursday, October 8, 2009

Journal Publication

 Goodnight
Entry #9

     It's getting late. I can feel it coming. Like the ocean's tide it comes in waves but it never stops. I watch as the tidal wave approaches.  My legs have turned to stone. The power to move has been stolen from me. I know what it will feel like, how the wave will crash over me with the force of an oncoming train. The initial impact will sting, like a slap in the face, it will leave me with a familiar ache that will engulf me completely.

     It feels like there is someone inside me; the devil? His advocate? Some twisted version of myself? I don't know who it is but this voice, this influence, this fear, attacks my soul mercilessly damaging it in unimaginable ways. It bombards me with images. They are potent and relentless. They scream inside my mind. "You aren't good enough. You never were. You never will be."

1 comment:

  1. Wow. You've turned something ordinary (falling asleep) into something extraordinary. This is the beginning of a suspensful sci-fi adventure. Good job.

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