The Corridor

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How much can happen before things come crashing down? The answer will soon be arrosed. There is a light that appears at the end of the longing corridor. Rushing towards it, things begin to come forth. Love. Friendship. Family. Lies. All false. All dead and gone.

Submitted: December 06, 2013

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The Corridor

Running down the halls. Watching as the walls rush by. Watching as the corridor gets longer and seems to be never ending. Running faster now, everything is getting colder and colder. The candles on the walls fade to nothing. Everything goes black. Colder. Colder. Breaths become visable. No life is around. No man, woman, child, fly, or mouse. The insanity dwells as the fear rises inside the mind. How much can happen before things come crashing down? The answer will soon be arrosed. There is a light that appears at the end of the longing corridor. Rushing towards it, things begin to come forth. Love. Friendship. Family. Lies. All false. All dead and gone. Like a burden that has been lifted, things fall into place. Reasons to keep believing. Reasons to keep thinking. Reasons to keep running. Non stop. Must run. Must escape the pain and agony. No escape. Before anything, another corridor. This one longer and more damp than the other. Start running from the pain and agony once more. This time, its more than just that. Its love and faillures. The corridor walls flash memories from the things wanting to be forgotten. Screaming does nothing but build to the hunting thoughts. Scream. Scream. Scream. Nothing happens but be cusious. The walls rattle and shake furiously. The corridor. The corridor is a broken mind and mending heart. Love. Friendship. Family. All things unable to be fixed with a mere good thought. It takes more than that. So much more indeed. The corridor. The corridor fades away as a bedroom appears. In the bed lays a small child. This child is dreaming of the corridor that never ends. This child is not freaking out or going insane. This child is holding on to what they have and never letting go. This child has so much to live for. The corridor is in all of us. Those who are lazy or give in to the corridor are consumed by their own fear and pain. The corridor is a place where most come to go but some make it out alive. The corridor is long but will come to an end some time. 


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