i've been walking down an endless hallway. it might have been years since my feet touched any other ground. i get tunnel vision when I try to think that far back. my vision swims my head throbs with dizziness.

i don’t try to think that far back often, except for when it gets unbearable. it’s not barren all the time when I let myself walk forward further and further. sometimes, i come across people or things that further fog my mind. there’s this little boy who wails, as endless as the place he's in, and shakes back and forth. he’s curled up on a ball on the ground and his hands press to his ears. when his palms dig in his eyes, he blinks up at me with a stream of tears and begs. in the voice only a young kid can manage, he keens at me in a cracked voice.

for some reason, i can't seem to help him. if i look at him, my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. if i look away, only harsh reprimands seem to come out, faintly reminiscent. if i squeeze my eyes shut, just like him, my ears plug up like I'm underwater. his howls carry still. i come across him time and time again, but it's always the same. (original writing piece.) ‎ ‎ main‎ ‎ ask‎ ‎ extended
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