Misery comes in many forms and shapes. Seeing misery through eyes that experienced so much in so little time would come as a shock to most.
Those people who have lived the lives of sheltered children would not know how to handle this plummeting down upon them; seeing this life through eyes other than mine, someone may have not known how to get rid of these feelings. Even for me it’s as though I'm looking through the eyes of someone totally different from myself sometimes. For the longest time I was having this recurring dream. Within this dream I was standing in a narrow hallway between 2 wooden doors.
The doors were relatively the same, if it was not for the writing on them and the colour. The door to my left was white with black text reading, ‘A Place of Happiness.’ The door to my left was black and also had text on it that look as though it had been written in blood. ‘A Place of Misery’ it always read and the text always looked wet, like it was repainted every time I went within this dream land. I know I call this a dreamland but somewhere deep inside me I know this is just a place hidden in the back of my mind.
Pondering upon what this room could really mean to me, two small figures appeared before my eyes. One figure looking as though he was a demon and the other quite the opposite. It seemed as though I was staring at night and day in solid form. The angel was the first to speak. ‘You have a choice child. A life where all your happy dreams will be put into motion.’ The demon retorted, ‘Or a life, where all your dreams can come true with contrast. You will feel the warmth and the cold but you will have to decide which one you will let over power you.’ The demon’s offer seemed more like what I was searching for but the angel was so much sweeter in the deliverance of her offer.
I started walking slowly towards the happiness door with the angel but something made me turn around and look at the misery door. Millions of demonic hands emerged from out of the misery door. They surround me, placing them everywhere they please. They fly up my shirt and pants and at first I squirm but after a while I welcome the cold touch. They grasp my breasts with full force and claws rip through my flesh. Slowly they pull me towards the misery door and I let them. The angel just stares for a while and says sweetly, ‘You’ll be back; you will know the choice to make by that time.’ At this everything changed and I could feel my body shaking with the anticipation of a choice in how my life was played out.
Everyone knows the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’; they really should rephrase that from cat to human soon for this was just the beginning of my life of hell.
Those people who have lived the lives of sheltered children would not know how to handle this plummeting down upon them; seeing this life through eyes other than mine, someone may have not known how to get rid of these feelings. Even for me it’s as though I'm looking through the eyes of someone totally different from myself sometimes. For the longest time I was having this recurring dream. Within this dream I was standing in a narrow hallway between 2 wooden doors.
The doors were relatively the same, if it was not for the writing on them and the colour. The door to my left was white with black text reading, ‘A Place of Happiness.’ The door to my left was black and also had text on it that look as though it had been written in blood. ‘A Place of Misery’ it always read and the text always looked wet, like it was repainted every time I went within this dream land. I know I call this a dreamland but somewhere deep inside me I know this is just a place hidden in the back of my mind.
Pondering upon what this room could really mean to me, two small figures appeared before my eyes. One figure looking as though he was a demon and the other quite the opposite. It seemed as though I was staring at night and day in solid form. The angel was the first to speak. ‘You have a choice child. A life where all your happy dreams will be put into motion.’ The demon retorted, ‘Or a life, where all your dreams can come true with contrast. You will feel the warmth and the cold but you will have to decide which one you will let over power you.’ The demon’s offer seemed more like what I was searching for but the angel was so much sweeter in the deliverance of her offer.
I started walking slowly towards the happiness door with the angel but something made me turn around and look at the misery door. Millions of demonic hands emerged from out of the misery door. They surround me, placing them everywhere they please. They fly up my shirt and pants and at first I squirm but after a while I welcome the cold touch. They grasp my breasts with full force and claws rip through my flesh. Slowly they pull me towards the misery door and I let them. The angel just stares for a while and says sweetly, ‘You’ll be back; you will know the choice to make by that time.’ At this everything changed and I could feel my body shaking with the anticipation of a choice in how my life was played out.
Everyone knows the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’; they really should rephrase that from cat to human soon for this was just the beginning of my life of hell.
