A description about some kind of unpleasant feeling I get now and then. |
As if blinded the man, call him a basic version of John Doe, stumbled along the depths of a strange city he found himself in. John is desperately trying to look for the solitude he has been searching for so long. John already thought, more than once, that he had already found it, but he hadn't, how frustrating. While he was wandering John forgot what he came for, he opened his eyes and admired the beauty of this strange place he was in. He was looking around and as if the air had little particles of hapiness in it the place was getting prettier by the minute. At the top of this feeling, John was in a true paradise. Then all of a sudden John turned around, he didn't know why or how it was going to help him but he felt like he had to turn all of this around. John started walking back the same way he came, the place started to turn dark and scary, and at the top of this it wasn't beautifull at all, maybe even a little disgusting. John started running, hard. Paniced and frightened he ran out of the city gates. And as if blinded John Doe travelled on. |