Wake up, wake up

Finally, he found a shelter. Exhausted sigh. Thunderbolts. Escaping, waiting for someone to take him back to the so-called reality from his dream. He could not understand why are they haunting him. Who are they? Eternal abyss. Feel of the flossy sky. Screaming vocal cords. Leave me alone! What did I do?

He drowned in the grass. He gave up all his hopes and desires. He gave up his hope which was the glue to keep together the pieces of his consciousness. Fighting against his mind. Resistance.

He got up. It is the same hell he went through a thousand times. Fighting every day with the infinite time for more minutes to survive. Because of an unknown aim.

I wish it was just a bad dream.