Alone.
Utterly alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
And afraid.
I am trapped by myself, with no past and no present. There is a future,
that I am sure of, because no matter where you are there is always a
future. Yet, when a minute passes it become gone, not the past, but gone.
The present is never with me. It comes toward me, taunting me, daring me
to grab it, to hold it. But as I reach for it, it slips inbetween my fingers
and becomes nothing but a non-exisistent past.
I don't remember how I came here. To this place, this time. I remember nothing
of what happened before I came here. As far as I know I have always been here.
I've always been alone, never knowing wher I am or how I am to get out.
And then at night, I dream the dreams. I know nothing of them, only that they are
not what I should be dreaming; not what I should be feeling.
I see ones and zeros...Nothing but ones and zeros. They haunt be in the dark stillness
of my world, and I do not know what they are for. Why do they stalk my nights, the one
escape from this hellish place in which I dwell? Where I am all alone, and my only
friends are ones and zeros?
I also see them. I do not know them...but they talk to me. A group of children, no older
than I. They tell me they love me and that they want me to come back. I try to leave, just
for them, but it is impossible. There is no beginning and no end. No entrance and no exit.
It is just one large place, where you can run and run and never leave the place you started.
And I fear that I will never get out.
Fear is what plauges me at this moment. I hear nothing, yet I sense so much. It is scary, the
thoughts I think when I sense things. I often want to end it all...Only there are no knives, no guns,
I exist in a violence-free world. Damn my luck.
Even if I had the chance to give up and kill myself, I couldn't do it. It's because there is one girl
in the dream...Whose smile lights up my world...and I can't help but think that if I get out of here...
No, WHEN I get out of here, I am going to meet her, and she is going to love me.
I am but a foolish child, I know it, but I cling to what little hope I have.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon, I do own this piece of crap story.
A/N: Well, that royally sucked. Please, people, don't flush my writing career down the proverbial
toilet just yet. Every author has there bad streak, right? Well, anyway, please review, flame whatever.
BTW, if you didn't get it because it only makes sense in my head. Koushiro is trapped in his comupter.
The girl he likes is Mimi. Okays? Bye.
Utterly alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
And afraid.
I am trapped by myself, with no past and no present. There is a future,
that I am sure of, because no matter where you are there is always a
future. Yet, when a minute passes it become gone, not the past, but gone.
The present is never with me. It comes toward me, taunting me, daring me
to grab it, to hold it. But as I reach for it, it slips inbetween my fingers
and becomes nothing but a non-exisistent past.
I don't remember how I came here. To this place, this time. I remember nothing
of what happened before I came here. As far as I know I have always been here.
I've always been alone, never knowing wher I am or how I am to get out.
And then at night, I dream the dreams. I know nothing of them, only that they are
not what I should be dreaming; not what I should be feeling.
I see ones and zeros...Nothing but ones and zeros. They haunt be in the dark stillness
of my world, and I do not know what they are for. Why do they stalk my nights, the one
escape from this hellish place in which I dwell? Where I am all alone, and my only
friends are ones and zeros?
I also see them. I do not know them...but they talk to me. A group of children, no older
than I. They tell me they love me and that they want me to come back. I try to leave, just
for them, but it is impossible. There is no beginning and no end. No entrance and no exit.
It is just one large place, where you can run and run and never leave the place you started.
And I fear that I will never get out.
Fear is what plauges me at this moment. I hear nothing, yet I sense so much. It is scary, the
thoughts I think when I sense things. I often want to end it all...Only there are no knives, no guns,
I exist in a violence-free world. Damn my luck.
Even if I had the chance to give up and kill myself, I couldn't do it. It's because there is one girl
in the dream...Whose smile lights up my world...and I can't help but think that if I get out of here...
No, WHEN I get out of here, I am going to meet her, and she is going to love me.
I am but a foolish child, I know it, but I cling to what little hope I have.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon, I do own this piece of crap story.
A/N: Well, that royally sucked. Please, people, don't flush my writing career down the proverbial
toilet just yet. Every author has there bad streak, right? Well, anyway, please review, flame whatever.
BTW, if you didn't get it because it only makes sense in my head. Koushiro is trapped in his comupter.
The girl he likes is Mimi. Okays? Bye.