I never lose my way, because I never know where I'm going.
I find myself, venturing to that eerie playground, where the unoccupied swings sway slowly back and forth, creaking, as if whispering warnings for me not to be here. It's places like this that the laughter of children would not particularly be out of place, but would be unnerving to no end. Yet somehow, I trust this place, as lonely and empty as it is. And I could die here; no one would know.
I find myself, thinking of where I stopped believing in anything outside of here, this intangible playground. It's the closest I'll ever get to peaceful. And to think, I found this place through a simple mistake, yet I've always managed to find my way back here. I'll hold on to that ice cold hand that first led me here, and it will lead me here again and again. All it asks for as payment, is my trust.
I died here, and no one knew.
Posted at 04:33 am by name
