I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
6 a.m
I was taking my morning walk.
Suddenly, I noticed a black dog in front of me.
I stopped.
It stopped too.
Looked at me, unmoving.
It's dark, and there's no one else.
I didn't have a stick, nothing.
It could easily tore me into pieces.
I moved to the utmost side of the road.
It moved towards me, growling...
I walked backwards, but kept an eye contact with it.
Backward steps...
Luckily, it didn't follow me.
I was relieved when I reached a vicinity with bright lights and people.
I'm thanking my angel.
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