Sit.
Relax.
Listen.
Open your eyes.
Shut out your judgements for just a few minutes.
Don’t worry; this won’t take long.
You can become your cold hard self again soon.
But for now;
Sit.
Relax.
Listen.
This is calling for your undivided attention.
Your total concentration is roped around these words.

Now imagine.

The rapid pulse of an excited puppy is radiating through you.
Pumping through every crevice, every vain.
You are running.
Heartbeat after heartbeat.
It is dark.
Too much dark.
Along with the unsteadiness of your rapid beating heart
Your mind only wants to see in patches.
You’re still running.
You’re searching.
Patches.
What can you see?
Patches.
Look harder.
Patches.
Dig deeper.
Patches.
Nothing?
Still darkness.
You aren’t trying hard enough.
START OVER.
You are running.
Searching.
But your eyes are set on overdrive due to the seemingly
Infinite blackness.
Eyes. Set.
Overdrive and ignore.
Eyes. Set.
Naivety.
Fucking eyes.
RESET.
Eyes.
Look closer.
You are running. Searching.
What do you see?
Trees. Dirt. Mist.
It’s cold in this forest.
Still running.
Still searching.
Still dark.
The wind kisses the back of your neck with a chilled tongue.
Still running.
Still searching.
Still cold.
This wind enjoys your company.
You can feel it slipping down the back of your spine.
Violation.
Still running.
Heartbeat.
Rapid heartbeat.
Refreshing beads of sweat rolling down your skin.
Still running.
Scenery is the same.
Trees. Mist. Dirt.
Dark.
Look left.
Still running.
Look right.
Scenery is still just.
Mist. Dirt. Trees.
Cold.

Everything the same.
Still running.
The heart, it’s still going.
Still working like a dog.
Pumping.
Heartbeat.
Running.
Searching.
Running.
Heartbeat.
Running.
Fuck.
Stop.
Stop running.
Stand.
Shocking.
Just stand.
Catch your breath.
We have a change of scenery.

Now don’t picture anything. Just shut your fucking eyes and go to sleep.

By Charly Thorn..