I have been beaten and bruised. I have been kicked viciously day in and day out. I have been saved by hands only to be thrown away in an instant at some spiky boot. All I wanted was to lie on the velvety grass and watch the clouds float by. The only time I got close to my dream was when I was lost. Oh boy, it felt good even though I was in a thicket. There was no one to kick me around. But it was short lived. A dog found me. I was his playmate. He used to bite me whenever I tried to roll away. Then one day he got bored and went away. By then I had lost a bit of my bounce. I didn't have the sheen of my heydays. My bruised began to show. I was suddenly old. My skin started sagging. I now long to be kicked around. I miss the spiky boots. I miss myself.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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