still moving
I am sitting on the ground. My back rests on a circular column. I must be tired. Still, I can see scary things happening around me. I am scared. I am terrified. I cannot think, I cannot move. That feeling is my whole world, my whole being. I do not know what to do. I am not able to think anything anyway. I am not there anymore; it is just that feeling. My existence is replaced by that feeling. However, soon something else is starting to happen; actually, it already started happening. I just realized that I am sitting. ...