Venturing into a world of still unknown areas. Unmarked places. And then the places where people have never been. But then when you trudge your heavy feet over those grounds. They are not places where people have never been. Maybe people as in a group but not to a single person. Such as myself. I had taken the first first steps on a ground probably no other man. Or woman, had ever been on. The feeling of being somewhere no one else has is a scary thought but somewhat a self accomplishment. You've been here. When yet the bravest man has not. But to me. I had no idea what brave was. Whether it was commiting suicide to improve another's life or doing a noble deed. I wasn't sure.

I trudged over the dead ground that had dead flowers coming from cracks. The ground was solid and the sun was setting very early. So I was to get the water quick. Now I couldn't even remember what it was for. Using common sense wouldn't help. I had to walk. And walk...and walk some more. Hopefully to accomplish my goal.

Ray had given me a flare gun which he had to explain first. In long...boring sentances...But I didn't mind. I was used to being explained to like that. Lectures I hated.

I heard something click behind me. I stopped and stood still and listened not moving my eyes whatsoever. Movement showed fear. Sweat showed you were nervous. And shakey eyes showed you thinking down on yourself. All of these I did not want to show no matter what it was. Sure I'm a coward but yet I will hide it when needed. I had no idea what clicked. Could have been me stepping on a crack. I ran through my mind and then I heard it again. This time I fell over and laid still. Something hit me in my shoulder and a rush of something flowed through me. A sharp pain rose up from my feet like I was to explode. But nothing happened. But that same familiar black once came back to me. Filling up my eyes as if crying black tears the didn't come out of your eyes. But just filled up until not being able to see.

It wasn't the best feeling.

I had what I thought opened my eyes as I heard a constant ticking going on all around me. Echoing. I sat up and saw black and white. Swirls of dizzying patterns. I looked at my hand and saw i was pitch black except I was outlined with white. Standing out from the pure black floor.

This place was not inviting but more like a childs fantasy filled with mind boggling patterns and tricks. What was up. What was down. What was over there. And whether or not the wall was 5 inches from your face or not. Finding that out is never fun.

It's like running into the cleanest window...to have your face plastured up against it for all to see. But in this place. State of mind. No one was there to laugh at you. No one was there at all.

Just that constant ticking.

Clocks. I had never used one. When it was dark it was night. When it there was sunlight, it was day. Never really needed a clock in life unless you lived all expensive with your high tech tvs with everychannel known to man so you need to know what time a show is on. I never used anything like that. Nor did I need to. Tv rots the brain. Time is just another thing to put on your. Time is progress. Which means progress in your life. Which means you're getting older and older. And which leads up to death. That's why I lost track of how old I was. Only one calander was used in my village and that was by the farmers. They were the only ones that needed to know time. But time to children and kids like me. Time was useless. Up till now.

Everything to me seemed to be turning into black. But in a far distance I can see a swirl of colors that seem to be blue,purple,green,pink, and white. Festive colors I thought. But they were never close. Far away. I would watch them swirl around in a dizzying fashion. Quite enteraining to watch actually. I think I sat there for hours just watching it. Never getting bored of it. It was like a show of some sort.

A light came into view. It shined in the very center on the show and grew bigger. Then everything went black nothing to be seen and then light came from behind me. It was shades of purple but in little streams that soon shot by me. Like bullet time but not. Some began to swirl around me while most just flew into what seemed like a room that had no walls. From a far a bright light broke out and it lit up everything, brighter than thought possible. I managed to get to my feet as the ground shuddered under my feet. I looked behind me and saw a large hole in the ground, cracks seeming from it. I blinked and looked straight forward as I felt a brush of air going against the tip of my hair. I looked up and jumped back and a huge clock fell into the ground. I looked at it as it ticked slowly getting closer and closer to the 12. It hit the last second and everything seemed to stop. My eyes wide and my whole body aching from being nervous of what to come. It clicking and nothing happened. Then a delayed reaction from behind a clock tower appearing out of no where rang as loud as possible scaring me senseless. Falling to the ground as I thought my eyes would explode from being to wide. But then...it all started over again. The black came. The white outlines. Just...all started over again as if I had just travelled back in time to this point. But a loud smack came from no where and I blinked.

The next thing I knew...I was lying in a bed in a warm cottage with no shoes on, the suspender straps not around my shoulders, and wearing a clean white t-shirt with a smiley face on it with a weird logo I didn't know how to pronounce under it. Wherever I was Ray wasn't there. But the presence of someone else hung in my mind that someone or something was around.

Something weird fiddled with my hair gave me the feeling that I was comfortable but yet...at the same time...uncomfortable...they're both odd feelings. For one can never be truly relaxed and in that state of comfort. Something always lurks in the back of your mind holding you back so you can never reach that state. I've always thought I had reached it but up until now, knowing that there was something much greater other than my village. I knew now I was far from what I had ever thought. My state of comfort was a lie. An image projected in my mind to keep me wrapped up until I was to venture out and figure out what I am to do with my life.

Thinking like this in my mind was never really how I like to solve problems, but at the same time thinking like this put my mind at ease because I knew there was no one else whom I could discuss these things with.

My life is like a clock that runs on batteries.

It will keep going and going into the future...and eventually will run out of power and stop working.

In other words...die.