I walk, walk a little bit more then yesterday and even more then the day before yesterday.
Every steps felt so... Odd, If that's the right word to use, Maybe.
Odd, because whenever I take a step and my feet touches the cold merciful floor I fell something rattle...
Rattle Rattle
Was my leg joints getting rusty?
Wait is that even possible? Probably not... maybe.
How long has it been since I started walking? Wait, even better, Why was I even walking in the first pace? Where was I going?
Wait, am I even going anywhere or just wondering aimlessly?
I, kind of fell like, I am walking in circles, for some reason.
I turned my head, trying to look behind me. But, just right then, a pained sigh escaped my mouth.
'ouch!'
The heck. My neck hurts. It was as if a rusty cog was forcefully spun and the uneven sides of the cog was inside my neck.
Seriously, why the heck was I hurting this much, just by turning my head a little?
However, I was thrown out of my thoughts, right when I looked back behind me.
A cold sweat fell from my forehead.
I looked back in front of me again. And started walking again. I was sweating from... what? fear, maybe.
What I saw was, In one word-same.
I saw that wall yesterday. The day before yesterday too. No... even before that day too.
Why was I walking away from it, again?
'Oh! yes... yes, that is why...'
When I opened my eyes for the first time in my life, I saw a wall, Four walls, actually. Three walls were white and one was brown.
I did not like the sight of that particular wall at all. It was probably because it was different.
You see, I don't like things that are different. Everything should obey a set rule. Nothing should be different then other. I hated things that are unique. As did the old man who gave me candy every day.
Yes, there was a old kindhearted man who visited me everyday. He always gave me a candy whenever he came to see me.
whenever he visited me he would say the following:
"Your are the same as me. I am you. you are me. We are not different. you are not different. I am not different. We all are same, same, yes."
I did not know what it meant. But it felt like it was something important.
So, I always nodded when he said it. Then he would laugh, for some reason. Seeing that I would laugh too, though my laughing was a imitation of the old man's. So, it sounded a bit weird.
The candy he used to give me was really tasty, they had this certain fell to it. Well, you had to eat it to know what it actually felt like. It was not something that could described be in words.
Though, after eating the candy I my vision started getting blurry and mind got numb all the time. As creepy as it sounds i really liked the felling a lot.
Because, in that particular moment of the day i felt as if i was alive. For some reason. Don't know why though. Maybe be because the old man played with me only in that time of the day.
So, i was really fond of the old man and his teachings.
That is why i always felt that every thing should be the same. So to be as far as possible from the brown wall i walked away from it all the time. but when ever reached a certain point, i would bump into a wall. and i would turn left and start walking again but then eventually reach another wall and bump into it. and i always found myself in front of the same brown wall again.
i hate. i hate it a lot.
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