Originally posted by: Xylitol
Please tell me what you think about it
(Excuse the exaggerated language - I had to reach 2 pages)
Here it is:
Judgment is for the Viewing of One?s Self
At 1:00 in the morning; the night was foggy. The air had a slight misty smell to it and a silhouette appeared behind my right shoulder. My hands tensed and formed into a tight grip of a fist. The adrenaline was rushing through my veins and my arms hurt from the sudden increase in pressure from my heart. My face began to burn from the excess blood pumping into it. Instead of stopping to see who this silent man was, I decided to pick up my speed, hoping that this person would take a different path from me in the four way street that I was heading for. The yellow streetlights, with cobwebs and shadows of moths around it, shined brighter than the street lights that were above me only ten yards ago although it felt like a hundred. I took the street to the right. I was faced with red, blue, green, and black cars passing by with their bright headlights that showed what was ahead on the dark street. The purr from the cars made me halt my rapid sprint until an SUV came and brushed away my drowsiness. The man took a sharp right turn and I could hear a sound like rubber on concrete. Like the slight pats that a cat?s paws take while the cat walks, the man walked at a speed fast enough that it was unbelievable how quiet he was. I forced my legs to move again. I ran with my mouth wide open gasping for what air I could breathe from the fog. The thick air was hard to breathe in and the cold bit my throat. Darkness began to surround my backside and undulate from light to dark. I finally had my eyes revolve to the left and see what this shadow was of. Instead of seeing a man with jogging clothes and a sane face, I saw a man who looked like he had been locked up underground for a year. His face was a river of its own, like bags of skin. His eyes revolved counter-clockwise and clockwise at the same time while his pupils were always looking ahead, yet they looked were not focused as if they were looking into space. His body moved forward and sideways at the same time. Sudden contrasts between light and dark were made of the yellow light and the darkness of his body. I felt that this man was once a normal person, with eyes looking forward, body running straight, and arms moving at the sides. Instead, now he has become a man, stricken with insanity. I felt that this man was unfortunately stricken with this problem, and I felt that he needed aid. I pivoted my head ninety degrees to the left in order to confront him and commanded my legs to stop moving. My body teetered in order to sustain the balance needed to stay upright. My mouth opened, and my lips cracked from the cold air. It hurt. Instead of words coming out, a groan was fished out by the smell of old fish from the man. He never stopped to say any words. His shadow stilled undulated on the ground. His body did so as well. The shadow was longer and darker than his body; and the light was not as bright as the bulb. I stood there watching the man who I felt was unfortunate move on with his life as if nothing had happened to him. The darkness eventually enveloped him. I could no longer see him. The lights did not shine on him. He was gone.
Years later, I sometimes lie down in bed to think. Perhaps this man did not feel as if he was different from an ?average person.? Maybe he never knew what it was like to be ?normal.? If he did know, the darkness was able to cover him. The air was able to conceal him. He did not need to have people judge him for who he was. No one needs to be judged for who he or she is.
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