-=Travel Plans=-

Do You Know Who I Am?
You May Think You Do.
You Don't.
Only One Person Knows Who I Am.
Me.
Ever Since That Day, I Have Not Been Known To Anyone.
Except Myself, And Even I Had To Search.
What Day, You Ask?
You Would Ask Wouldnt You.
It All Started When I Found The Rock.
It Was Red.
I Was Walking Home From Band Practice.
I Was In Sixth Grade.
I Found The Rock When I Took The Shortcut Through Turners Wood.
It Was Just Sitting There, On A Rotted Stump.
I Picked Up the Rock, And The Red Which Looked Like It Was Painted On,
Was Only Dust.
The Rock Was Now Black.
I Dedided To Take It In To School And Ask The Teacher What It Was.
I Went Home, And I Got There I Had Dinner.
Macaroni And Cheese.
I Don't Remember If I Enjoyed It.
That Night I Awoke And Looked At The Clock.
I Thought It Was Broken.
I Dont Remember Much About What Happened Next.
All I Remember Is That Something Was In My Room.
I Grabbed The Rock On The Bedside Table And Flung It At The Thing.
It Hit It Straight On, And It Disappeared.
I Think I Remember The Hearing The Words Thank You.
Why Dont I Remeber These Things You Ask?
People Get Used To Things, No Matter How Strange They Are.
Do You Remember Your First Meal?
I Remember My Last.
Everynight, I Would Wake Up, Kill Something, And Sleep Till Dawn.
I Grew Up Normally, I Was Never Tired From Waking Up.
In Fact, I Don't Remember Ever Being Tired...
I Have Met A Lot Of People.
They Used To Come To Me, But Recently Ive Started Going To Them.
Now It Is Time For Me To Take My Rock To A Stump And Sit,
Sit Until My Rock Turns Red.
It Wont Like Turning Red, But I Will Hang On Until It Does.
It Will Fight, But I Will Win.
But Before That I Have One Last Trip To Make.
I Have One More Person To Meet.
Leave The Light On For Me.

-=NuTCaSe=-
Horror Of Reality
August 3rd, 1995