#mischka

A feeling of restlessness within and no one to turn to

The fun loving shapes and colours of south beach, only they are deserted, desolate, empty hammocks

Untold swaths of time spent exploring a forgotten oasis

Suddenly, and with a terrifyingly ominous nature, I see in the distance myself,

Running in slow motion, towards myself

With every step closer to me comes a more horrific sense of overwhelming dread, and a looming sense that there will be no escape

Now I can see my eyes, or where they would be, but to my shock and horror, they are not eyes at all. They are swirling dark pits and they have nothing but the worst intentions for me

They are approaching

Achingly slowly, but so steadily