Again it started in the train.
Eyes. Watching me. All the time. And I have no clue what they want. Quiet. Ominous. I can not close my eyes because, I must admit, I am a bit afraid. Who knows what they want. Who knows what they are after. It could be anything. It could be anything! IT COULD BE ANYTHING!
And there it was. Like an ink stain. Like a hungry shadow. Like the final black hole, filled with tar, morphine and black blood.
They want to drown me. Or spit on me. Or consume me, digest my flesh, bones, skin and hair, suck my brain out of my nose and teleport my soul to another universe where humans are only slaves of their simple understanding of the reality that has dimentions on top of dimentions like knots on hanged mans last thoughts, not why me but why do I have a neck to hang me from.
Be safe out there.
