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// Sight 
// Story: Perspectives 
// by Polarity 
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My vision won't stop flashing.

Black
White



Color



Black
White




Color


Just breath damn you.

I can't seem to get enough air.
Refilling my lungs over and over, the strain is almost enough to vomit.


Just put a hold on it, Cim.

Feel the wall smashing into position.

Panic beats against it.

But calm takes it's place.




Ok.



Breath.


Slowly.











There.


Now that I don't feel like my heart is going to leap from my chest.
Let's look around.




The birds.


They never stopped chirping...

Not even the ones in the trees right above the bed.


I was noisy on the path, yeah.

But not as loudly as that thing.




Did it even use the path?










No.






I see the broken branches, here.


And there. Further down the path on the other side.


What ever it was didn't use the path.






But I don't see the path it was using.


What animal does that?

Goes through unbroken land?

There is always a trail.... something or other to ease passage.


But I see nothing.
















I need to look at the moss again.




Ah.



Here is the mark.


I can't believe I almost trampled it.



It's





Circular.







Maybe I'm wrong.


After all it's only a little segment of a circle.



I don't know.







I should know.







Why don't you know?



I can't answer.



Why are you so afraid?



Because I don't know what it is.



And?

What does that have to do with fear?


Did you not, just a day ago, contemplate stepping off a cliff?






Yes.






What does a man who fears not death, need fear for at all.







I don't want to answer.
I can't answer.

No.

I choose not to think this.

I should stop.

I will stop before I lose my goal.







And that goal is?






To be on my Journey.

To see what I may find.






To make



To make my story worth knowing.





Those are all admirable goals.

Heroic stuff, every one.



But, fear.





Why did you fear.








Why did I fear?
Why did I fear.



Because I can't stop running.






Coward.








I know.





I feel my legs start walking down the path, once again.