Fantasy Impromptu

Something is chasing me

but I don’t know what it is.

It chases, it follows. Like a figure following its shadow. I don’t turn to look back. I ran as it speaks. The walls. The walls sing in a sforzando, telling me to run. So ran, I did, each stomp I make to drown the piece only makes it sound hollow.  

Ran, I did, in hopes I’ll find an end to this. Some kind of conclusion, a sweet close and a resolution.

Yet I ran, but couldn’t find a halt, I think I'm already lost. 

Mad, I don’t know where I'm running to, I don’t know what I am running from. I try to amble my steps but my feet tread, constantly tearing along the pages of these hardwood floors, on every tile and every big, panicked step. I tramp to each door, swinging it open, as I do I unlock this false sense of hope that there is something behind it.

Nothing. Until then, I yearn.

I continue to tramp to doors, opening them, and hoping to find something in them. Things don’t stay nothing for so long. A big room stands before me, the doors open wide, mocking a welcoming embrace, and a clear distinction from the other rooms. Bigger, emptier but it still feels full. And it fills me. It fills me with a sense of familiarity. A feeling of “I’ve been here”,”I’ve known this”,”I’ve done this”. 

A hunch, a punch in the gut, a strike of a chord telling me to run.

The once languid tune that resided in the back of my head amplified to a volume so deafening it felt like I could bleed. I could bleed from my feet pattering, the blood hitting the floor, sounding like shrills. I could bleed from the endless ballad ringing in my ears, shaking my body with fear. But there is no blood. I kept advancing to nowhere. That nowhere leads to a glass door with a garden inside. Filled with what may look like flowers and in a shade of unrecognizable red.

The red tells me to run once again. “From who?” I said. “To who.” It replied.

I took no second thought and picked myself up. I’ve been told to run more times than I can recall. Fatigue ensues but I couldn’t stop, why couldn’t I stop? As the refrain ascends, I descend through a flight of spiral stairs. The spiral seems to go on for an eternity, as well as the music as its crescendo reaches its peak. Each skip I take doesn’t change anything as the darkness of the bottomless pit remains. Like the shadow, I remain.

Something is chasing me, 

but I know who it is.