Time tunnel

Have she always struggled to enter the time tunnel, she figured that the only one who she could blame was herself. But she thought it should not be this hard.

She rolled around in her cozy bed as she had yet wanted to leave. She had a decent stage of living, but it wasn’t a decent way of living. Every morning waking up she would need to prepare for it. Time tunnel – she named it.

Once she entered the time tunnel, other people will be entering it too. Initially, she tended to love the fact that she was following the crowd. She loved it because she thought they kept her moving to a destiny. For a while, she started to hate it. She hated it because they made her moved in a different path. She hated it because they were blocking her sites. She was bothered, and then she cried. But nobody, as if everyone was so intensively focused on their own journey in the tunnel, that noticed her pain. After that, she would care less and less. Nothing that exists in time tunnel would bother her anymore.

She mentioned a lot about her path, about how she was not heading toward wherever she needed to. Her true calling was a huge inspiration, yet then she turned and realized she was going away from it. “Follow it, follow it”, they shouted. Yet they squeezed her in between this flow of people, rushing towards a nighty tunnel full of promises. No one could see the end of it, so why would she be able to? They said it will be beautiful though, once she trains herself hard enough. But she did not realize that fast enough, so she was pulled in.

She seemed to never have reached the other side of the time tunnel. She seemed lost, so she dropped back. She rolled around her cozy bed again.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.