Bra1n-w@shed

he came towards me. behind the trees, i could see him from the path i make along the dark street lights. i was going home from work. 10.30pm it was exactly. i feel the shiver i always get when i feel something’s wrong. i talk with myself try to calm the me that start losing its logic way of thinking. here he comes, moving up slowly. undernourished ego sliding between the river of my words up inside. he just kept following me since the crossing bridge i always passed every night. as i listen my mp3, i know his presence were there but i just couldn’t see his physical form. as if my shadows were my friend, another part of me talking with me again. i feel secure for a moment there. my fingers makes tapping noise as i try to find something i could do in that dim night. weird and bizzare. a feeling i never felt but it’s good i’m telling you. my eyes so heavy and sleepy even i’m still walking and fighting my fading conciousness. i feel evil. evil to myself and untouchable for those sorround me. i lost myself in a world between that exact minutes. he told me everything i wanted to know all along. a secret that only me should know. i can feel his claw above my left shoulder, whispering to my ear in the hot air right into my ear drum. i smile for a moment. he’s still walking me home, lurking every corner of my sight, i cannot escape. he told me work is endless, a fantasy journey to self development. money isn’t the answer, it’s easy game everyone could play with. but this one is something really big. blending my soul and logic into a comparison with another being. a man holding his ciggarette looking at me. what he saw was a single man, not together. but he also feel his presence, through the cold and heavy atmosphere. he’s flying over to my other shoulder, still smilling with his devilish eyes. his mouth are shut tight, but his words is so strong in my ear. stabbed right into my chest. my fingers are trembling, i never been so scared yet so powerfull as the moment i was enjoying. as if my skilled multiplied, i smiled to him but only my eyes were moving. and told me again, how do i get out of here. out of this numb life path, i know i’m running in circles. this week i see so many people, old, young, lust, love, smart, dumb, rich, poor, they are just the same as others. humans. he told me i’m worthy only to myself. he show me his teeth this time. but his cold fingers strike me on the back of my neck, tenderly, so soft and wise. he never touch the ground we walk upon. i’m almost home. he looked at me straight in my eye, he told me something: "i’ll be right back. i always will." and he’s gone.