Life gets too serious.
That's how I feel it. Since when it started to feel this way, I don't know. Whether it's lately or it has been forever, I'm not sure.
When these all even started?
Was it when the first time I woke up to this unfamiliar world? Or regained my consciousness on that eerie road? Was it when I clumsily injured my eyes that lead to my blindness? Perhaps after I decided to wear the blindfold, no? Maybe during my realization I woke up as a beggar on the street instead of in my casual attire on my work's chair?
Now I think about it, the injured eyes one is ridiculously absurd in its sound.
Perhaps it's when I felt like I was being watched. Although that is, I couldn't say for sure as my judgement feels as though my mind is fogged.
Currently I'm standing in a forest. Clouded sky, crimson mist. The sight I've grown to get used to. Somehow. It's uncertain if the day is at noon or night. One thing for sure, it's dark enough to envelope me in the darkness and bright slightly to let me see my faint shadow's figure. In that dimp light no one know from the moon or not, I barely can see well, neither vividly can capture any image right at the moment while my vision is adapting with the darkness.
And there, clear path that obviously is a route to somewhere ahead.
As I step forward, the dried leaves crunches under my shoes. The ground is soft and muddy. Probably softened by a damp weather or rain here recently. However leaves and trees around here are telling otherwise.
As if the place has been in a drought situation to begin with, the floral are wilted and rough looking. It's hard to describe what I look at. So just know the atmosphere doesn't feel nice nor the surrounding look beautiful to be appreciated.
Rusted shards shaped like broken blades are lying around as I'm walking by, heading to wherever my feet are dragging me. The dread and terror feelings within are uncomfortable. Gives me sense of uneasy and churning my stomach painfully.
"..Give me a break." A sigh exasperatedly escapes my mouth. My lips are chumped. Not sure how I ended up in this state.
Despite I'm walking myself now, it's not me who's moving my body. It's moving by itself.
Really... Yes, I know it's scary. I can't complain or else I'll feel frightened over myself right this second. No one wants a grown up pee on themselves, aren't they..
God forbid me to even chant a prayer or find a shaman. Whatever possesses me doesn't allowed me to done that. Seems that the possessor is not fond of the idea too.
"What should I do.." Another sigh again.
Still, it's a huge relief I can muster up to mutter anything I want for now. For a few minutes earlier I thought my lips was sealed as well.
Fortunately, it's not that in this case.
_______A house that size can accommodate a family of five.