I am standing at the center of meadow
I could feel something cold next to me
I turn to the left.
Nothing.
I turn to the right
A pure blank
I keep walking and still I feel a shivery figure following me
Like a heartbeat – fast and rhythmic
I move faster, trying to runaway from the haunting feeling
The faster I run, the nearer it felt
I try to scream, but my voice stuck in between desperation and perplexity
I finally exhausted - of battling against myself
I surrender and giving in - but never giving up
I let myself shaded by the unknown silhouette
Which I discover later is my own self
