TheOnly-Human

I find myself standing by my apartment windows. I was leaning on the glass using my arm as a head rest. How'd I get here? I drank to much again. I tend to do small actions with out realizing them when I'm to dunk. My apartment was dark. Only the lights of the streets out side illuminated my place. I look out at the landscape. It was beautiful. With all the different lights. From business building, radio towers. The little fairy lights of vehicles driving on the distant highway. Disappearing and re-appearing as they drive past sky scrappers. The changing stop lights that would change from green-ish blue to yellow to red, red to green. The wondering lone stranger or strangers walking to no where. Maybe waiting at the near by bus stop? The low hum of life ever so prominent in the back ground. But not now. All was still. Everything looked muted. I told myself maybe it was really late. Some times it gets like this when a storm were ready to pass through? With climate change any type of

Flashes of being in the wild. A spirit untamed surrounded by nature. The weather on the chilly side for it was spring. A being of magik, one were their body was an amplifier. There was no need for trinkets or tools to cast. Just by thought an it is done. If ignored the body grows weak and painfully constricts a pone oneself. This magik anyone can do if they have the will for it? But not everyone has a natural aptitude for it. In the woods now I feel the need. I absorb the vibrations, the voices of nature. My body takes the form of what it feels right. A large beast. A beast of claw and fang. Long whiskers expel from my white fur covered muzzle. A thick damp nose begins the pale rusty orange crest atop my face That ends at the tip of my long tail. Alternating strips of black and dark gray slash about my frame. I may be large but I am stealthy. I felt a slight whisper of anxiety sting at my mind, there was an abrasive hand squeezing on energy somewhere? With my minds eye I cast a beacon

I'm dreaming again? I'm back being a child. I see this by the size of my hands as I look at them. I look around me. I'm in a living room all strange yet familiar? Strange for the room was not the layout I remember, familiar for it had all the furniture I grow up with. A boxed in room. The tan pleather couch and love seat, low raise coffee table stained beyond saving. Walls undecorated side from a book shelf used for random nick-nacks and family photos. A wall with cheap plastic blinds lazily clung to three windows. A fake fire place it's cooled fake log sat inside a hole in a wall. Horridly plastered with fake marble. A lone plant sat in one corner closer to the hole in the wall meant to be a doorway. A chunky old early 90's box tv took up one of the other corners of the room. I felt my toes claw through semi-shaggy carpet. I knew was once white to match the fire place but now stained tan like the couch set. It was night time I could tell through the lack of light streaming through the

I'm outside myself. I see I'm standing in a kitchen. I'm watching myself chop something? I can't see what all I see is my back. I'm cutting something thick. I tell myself to stop. I see myself hear me. I look over my shoulder to look at me. I glare, then go back to what I was doing. I'm chopping vigorously now. I notice the ground is stained around my feet. With what, I dare not look further? "Stop!" I yell at myself. I don't listen. A wet sound explodes in front of my person. What was I doing? "Turn around!" I demand myself. I still don't respond. I chop harder. I saw my hand holding a cleaver before it disappeared to chop down hard. My hand was covered in blood. "What the Fuck are you doing man?" I scream at myself. Then repetitive clicking of vigorous chopping. Then silence, only a faint drip like a leaky faucet floated through the air. The sound seemed far away but I knew better. If the feet the person which was me, stood on stained ground; what did mine look like? I feared to

I had a nightmare. I was a detective again. Though this time I wasn't storming out my office raving about no sleep an questioning the reason for my life. All while my assistant gawks at me holding coffee. This time we were in an elevator with two officers. Heading to a crime seen in one them (new)company building which one(really could care less for) some unfinished level? I noticed my college were underdressed, wore a hideous plaid overcoat.... Or I was over dressed? They narrowed there eyes at me, screamed "Stay focused!" I turned my attention inward. I felt funny was this Da jah vu? We entered the floor the lay out reminded me of 7 Day to Die, a game that did not exist. Crime scene. More cops amongst those actually working on the scene. I felt annoyed. I requested the floor be vacant for us to work. The two escort cops stood by the elevator. If they must? I looked around nothing out the ordinary accept the body. The corpse it's form mangled beyond recognition. Intestine hung from

There was a land scape. Varying shades of green life swayed in the light breeze. Leaves hiss in the wind. Flowers of all kinds danced in the open circle of land under the opened canopy of trees. I see rays of light kiss the deep greens of the background. The small prairie erupts in light as the clouds over head split by the wind. Then move along chased away by more wind. I hear faint bird song somewhere in the distance. The place was serene. The scene did not change for I did not move. Only movement in the scene were from the light breeze that caressed my skin. I was just standing there. I feel myself take a deep breath. Fresh cool air enter my lungs. I breath out with the new joust of wind. Then I hear a sound of rustling brush and tall grass to my left. Still I do not move. A young buck trots into view. It's fresh pink horns sprouted up and away from its head. It's light tan hide fades to white at it's legs. A bushy tail flicking back and forth. The deer munches of vegetation on the

I'm in a large room. There's a heavy base pounding in a rhythm. The music was deafening. Vibrating my rib cage. Bodies writhing, grinding, dancing to the rhythm. High notes swirl up lifting the weight of the base of our bodies getting ready for the drop. Everyone raises their hands, I do to. Lights flash in the dark room. Everyone appearance would change with the strobing effects. A mass of people dancing within the lights. Then shadow cast demons, where the only thing that would be seen were their teeth. That would shine like beacons in the slip second of darkness. I felt my forehead swell. The music drops. Bodies surge into more wild motion. Things around me melt. My body suddenly felt free from tension for it all now resided in my head. I swing my hips from side to side. I roll my rises in the air. Then I roll my neck moving the motion down my body. Till my ankles spin me around. The walls around me breath, the ground crawls. I hop and then hop again. Bobbing my head now. The music

I see myself standing. In a white room? I'm not sure for it's all opaque white. Far all I know I could be floating. All I'm wearing is a night gown or an over sized T-shirt? My vision moves in closer to myself. I see only my face down to my chest. I see myself make a face as if I'm in pain? I see myself grab my chest with both hands. My hands I notice are all scared. As if thick syringes where stock in them. Maybe they were fresh bruises I wasn't sure? I claw at my chest now, squeezing harder to stave of some pain coming from my chest. I'm now expressing full agony. I see that I open my mouth. Wide in a scream! I don't hear a thing. In my, mute yell, I see my neck strain from the force. I'm calling for help. No-one came. Why? I though to myself. I feel them watching us. I continue to watch my clown scream. Red tears now roll down my face from my eyes. Close behind the flow of my eyes my noise begins to bleed. The flow slow at first till, as if pressure in the room increased; the flow