this was a long one, you could tell by how fast you were kissing in that elevator, while everything else burnt away.
there were a couple of other people next to you, people you didn't know, but then again, you didn't know him either. you wanted to know his name before you left, but you didn't ask for it. he looked handsome yet very common, someone you could drink a coffee with and tell him about panic and dissolution and he would have another smoke and stare at the people passing by.
but you left.
they wanted to kill you, you wanted to wake up.
long long maze, some of them mutated but they still had that disgusting cold blooded smug on their faces while they chased you around with a slow walk, certain steps. they knew you couldn't wake up.
it was a deserted subway station, you could smell all the rust in the air, like everything would implode and you would be caught within. panic and dissollution. rush and rage and endless gasping. things start making sense once you're out of choices, out of flesh and out of the self you thought you knew.
