text: Got bored, wrote a thingy Alliterating Absurdity It’s dark here... I can see only about a few meters. Every direction is just pathed stone, uneven but easy to walk on. I’m unsure if I’m outside or inside, I see no stars or moon but I feel small gusts of wind randomly. I remember, easily actually, clearly walking into the nearby park to clear my head. My hood up and head downtrodden I never new how long I had been wandering, if long at all. ... It’s not cold anymore but not exactly comfortable enough to shed the light jacket that protects me from the anything in the dark. ... Walking in one direction with no point of reference is confusing, horrifying, ... simple? I knew the second I saw no sides to the path bleeding away into grass and found no stars, at least silently standing by as sentinels, that there was no possible way I was still wandering the small greenway. Hysteria, ... what I expected, ... never set in while wandering around in the paved murk. Just an amalgamation of feelings dominated by a confused curiosity. We all get to a point where we feel the prank can’t really go on any longer, but no suspicious person casually strolled by and pointed out the cameraman or the ... comfortable audience revealed behind some large fake wall, just the sounds of normal foot falls on smooth stones dominated the dark. I knew fear would escalate when the mind tricks started preying on the empty sensory input abundant in the area around me. I think I switch directions, I wander to my left from the path I perceived I was walking. Noises and shapes dancing and peaking from the perceived sphere of light my eyes can see, real or misplaced imagination, ... does it matter? It’s all unknown, the prank and the lost scenarios now discarded for a growing sense of insanity. My watch says it’s only been fifteen minutes in this place, it feels like more but I think the watch is a little more concrete then just human time keeping. I’m not insane and if I am ... then I hope someone finds me before I leave. The watch. I can hear the tick, a hand-me-down from my father, not a present or gift but just a watch, use or don’t he gave me his watch and replaced it with one exactly the same. Why not give me that one? Too late, don’t care. .... tick .... That click wasn’t from my watch, my shoes maybe? I stop, peer around and what the hell else did I expect to see, just dark and stones. I do the stereotypical drop to the floor and inspect it like some answer to the insane minds enigma. I find a fetal position after internally laughing at imitating insanity. The sound of sharp speedy steps stops my self solace. A person ... just outside of my periphery ponders poking into my stone polka dotted palace of self pity. I wait, wanting and wishing for the wisp to whisk me away from this wobbly world. The tick tock clock clicks and I’m back in the park. Street lamps bathe a nearby bench. And I go home to sleep swathed in my soft smooth shelter. English is my first language but I’m just shit at grammar and general English mojo / spelling. Came from my head but could be influenced by well known stories I forgot I read.