“Or maybe, I’m in the black canary’s aura,” I said as I came back to the present moment.
I ran through the alleyway and headed towards the main street. I took a left onto the sidewalk. At the corner, I crossed the street and decided to look back at my work. I followed my view three stories high and found it.
“I could of written the message larger,” I thought.
Then from the corner of my eye, I noticed a yellow light flash inside the far right window of the building in the seventh floor. I hesitated, “What if it’s the police? They might be looking for me” I started to change my focus from creativity to worry – to fear. I caught myself and promptly asked a question to the universe. “If that’s a sign for me to go inside, please reaffirm,” I asked openly.
No more than two seconds later, a crow somewhere in the near distance cawed. I’ve never heard that happen in the past. “Crows like many birds are silent at night,” I thought. I was making an uneducated decision because I truly did not know if my statement was true but it felt true to me.
I readjusted my backpack and ran towards the building I had exited moments earlier.
I scaled the wall using the exterior ventilation pipe for a good fifteen feet. I grabbed onto the ladder that interjects with a staircase and ran up in a zigzag formation all the way to the top of the building. On the rooftop there were countless windows and doors – one of them was broken. Wasting no time, I ran inside the building. Inside, the only light came in from the moon that permeated through the windows, the smell of moisture and old furniture surrounded the space.
As I ran across the seventh floor, I looked around for the yellowish light. I was so nervous I was shaking. Something inside of me, both mental and physical, brought me to a complete stop. My head turned in all forward directions, there were no signs of anything. It’s when I looked down that I saw I was at the very edge of a massive hole on the floor, its depth ended on the first floor.
The yellowish light was now by the third floor. I considered somehow scaling down the hole, there had to be a way. “I figured it out,” I said to myself.
The trusses between each floor could serve as a ladder for me to go down at least the initial three to five feet then I could hang from the bottom of the truss and I’ll be dangling a good eight feet from the next floor down. “That’s nothing,” I thought. I’ll make my way down one floor at a time.
Maybe all the comic book reading I've done in my life mixed with the high dose of adrenaline that pumped through my body, I decided to undertake this outrageous plan of action.
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No more than a couple of minutes into my plan of thought – a vision came into my mind. In the vision, I fell and hit the first floor – I stood up and walked away unharmed. “That is ridiculous,” I thought interjecting my mental image. I grabbed on even tighter to the truss and slowly moved my body downward so I could hang from it. I don’t know what happened but it happened, my body just took a dive into the hole. I was grabbing on tight to the truss the next thing I know was – my back is to the floor. It happened so fast that not a single thought crossed my mind.
Completely motionless I started to take a mental account of my body, sensing if everything was in its proper place. “Can I walk?” I wondered. For a moment, I thought I couldn’t walk, my thoughts said my back was probably broken. Then, just like the vision I had moments earlier, I stood up and walked away unharmed.
“Wouldn’t it have been just easier if I came in the front door of the first floor,” I thought in disbelief.
“No, you would have missed the entire experience of the journey,” A man’s voice said.
∞
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I ran through the alleyway and headed towards the main street. I took a left onto the sidewalk. At the corner, I crossed the street and decided to look back at my work. I followed my view three stories high and found it.
“I could of written the message larger,” I thought.
Then from the corner of my eye, I noticed a yellow light flash inside the far right window of the building in the seventh floor. I hesitated, “What if it’s the police? They might be looking for me” I started to change my focus from creativity to worry – to fear. I caught myself and promptly asked a question to the universe. “If that’s a sign for me to go inside, please reaffirm,” I asked openly.
No more than two seconds later, a crow somewhere in the near distance cawed. I’ve never heard that happen in the past. “Crows like many birds are silent at night,” I thought. I was making an uneducated decision because I truly did not know if my statement was true but it felt true to me.
I readjusted my backpack and ran towards the building I had exited moments earlier.
I scaled the wall using the exterior ventilation pipe for a good fifteen feet. I grabbed onto the ladder that interjects with a staircase and ran up in a zigzag formation all the way to the top of the building. On the rooftop there were countless windows and doors – one of them was broken. Wasting no time, I ran inside the building. Inside, the only light came in from the moon that permeated through the windows, the smell of moisture and old furniture surrounded the space.
As I ran across the seventh floor, I looked around for the yellowish light. I was so nervous I was shaking. Something inside of me, both mental and physical, brought me to a complete stop. My head turned in all forward directions, there were no signs of anything. It’s when I looked down that I saw I was at the very edge of a massive hole on the floor, its depth ended on the first floor.
The yellowish light was now by the third floor. I considered somehow scaling down the hole, there had to be a way. “I figured it out,” I said to myself.
The trusses between each floor could serve as a ladder for me to go down at least the initial three to five feet then I could hang from the bottom of the truss and I’ll be dangling a good eight feet from the next floor down. “That’s nothing,” I thought. I’ll make my way down one floor at a time.
Maybe all the comic book reading I've done in my life mixed with the high dose of adrenaline that pumped through my body, I decided to undertake this outrageous plan of action.
Page 17
No more than a couple of minutes into my plan of thought – a vision came into my mind. In the vision, I fell and hit the first floor – I stood up and walked away unharmed. “That is ridiculous,” I thought interjecting my mental image. I grabbed on even tighter to the truss and slowly moved my body downward so I could hang from it. I don’t know what happened but it happened, my body just took a dive into the hole. I was grabbing on tight to the truss the next thing I know was – my back is to the floor. It happened so fast that not a single thought crossed my mind.
Completely motionless I started to take a mental account of my body, sensing if everything was in its proper place. “Can I walk?” I wondered. For a moment, I thought I couldn’t walk, my thoughts said my back was probably broken. Then, just like the vision I had moments earlier, I stood up and walked away unharmed.
“Wouldn’t it have been just easier if I came in the front door of the first floor,” I thought in disbelief.
“No, you would have missed the entire experience of the journey,” A man’s voice said.
∞
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