A Walk In Death's Shoes
i use to have a recurring dream where im walking down a road with a kind of haze or smoke surrounding me i have this steady feeling that i am not alone but for a reason i am compelled to keep walking and to not look back almost as if it im on a mission and my goal is just in reach i walk for hours apon hours until i come across a single house oddly it seams as if i know it like i had lived there all my life but i know i have never seen it before as i try to open the door LOCKED i check my pocket a key i have no idea where it came from but i try the door swings open i stand there for what seams like an hour almost like my body is waiting for a greeting as i walk threw the rooms i see pictures of people who i do not know but they make me feel nostalgic i walk to a single room at the end of a hallway i open the door and a frail old man is sitting at the beds end i walk in front of him as he looks up at me he asks if i am here to take him i say yes i take his hand and we begin walking we are now on the road of haze on the way from witch i came as i look down once more i realize that the frail old man is non other then myself and that i had been in deaths shoes all along . . . . . . . . . . . .