Aug 31 2015, 12:27 AM
There was silence.
And then there was anything and everything but that. Cracking, rapidly increasing breaths, more cracking. I tossed and I turned the best I could in this shrouding darkness. It was tight, i was cramped. I was almost.. mad. I was annoyed and mad, I ached. I was mad. Yes, this was clear, very clear. The cracking stopped and now i wasn't all that annoyed, and the space expanded and I was relieved of the cramping. But that didn't last long. I found myself tossing, thrashing at whatever it was that around me. It grew louder here, I grew louder. I was huffing, snorting. Huffing and snorting. I began to thrash once more in the empty space, but this time I was rewarded with something other than darkness or cramping. It was.. different. It wasn't much but it was better than this, and i wanted it. And so I continued thrashing, and it seemed the longer I did this, the longer something was building up. Something else was happening as I boiled, but i couldn't place it. But I still wanted whatever this new thing was.
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Whatever was building up now came crashing down around me so it seemed..
I continued thrashing about, more cracking noises, more grunts and snorts from me. But during all of this I hadn't realized the other motion that went on around me. I was no longer moved by my own movements, but by something else. And even still didn't know what it was, what this was. I realized that when the movement did start I just so happened to reach more of the difference space, the brighter space. Was that why this was happening? Or did I cause this from my bad mood? But who could blame me even if it was- this thing was cramped, and I was miserable. I was so miserable, that I now continued on with what I was doing despite the odd moving about going on around me. And this time, I used all I had. I broke the darkness and was smacked by this newer space, landing on something else I broke free from the trap. And Just as I reached this new space the movement around me stopped.
Looking down, these things were moving as I thought about it and did whatever it was that moved them, and looking up I saw a great amount of something or was this everything? It was big, it was all big. And it was more comfortable than that thing. And it seemed the more I thought, the more i knew how to just do things. All at once I stepped away from that thing, only to charge back at whatever solid piece I could with my head, meeting with a painful impact that only led me back to where I was, as if bouncing off of it. I attempted this over and over again, and the pain only escalated. I then moved to thrashing at it, only to swing myself around, furious from the lack of results in whatever I wanted, and I thrashed at the ground, and I along with the thrashing moved about in giant leaps and bounds. And then I froze in place after hearing something, something odd and strange and that sound came from me. I did it again, and again and again, cooing and grunting and snorting about, thrashing my hooves against the cold hard surface beneath me.
And then there was anything and everything but that. Cracking, rapidly increasing breaths, more cracking. I tossed and I turned the best I could in this shrouding darkness. It was tight, i was cramped. I was almost.. mad. I was annoyed and mad, I ached. I was mad. Yes, this was clear, very clear. The cracking stopped and now i wasn't all that annoyed, and the space expanded and I was relieved of the cramping. But that didn't last long. I found myself tossing, thrashing at whatever it was that around me. It grew louder here, I grew louder. I was huffing, snorting. Huffing and snorting. I began to thrash once more in the empty space, but this time I was rewarded with something other than darkness or cramping. It was.. different. It wasn't much but it was better than this, and i wanted it. And so I continued thrashing, and it seemed the longer I did this, the longer something was building up. Something else was happening as I boiled, but i couldn't place it. But I still wanted whatever this new thing was.
---
Whatever was building up now came crashing down around me so it seemed..
I continued thrashing about, more cracking noises, more grunts and snorts from me. But during all of this I hadn't realized the other motion that went on around me. I was no longer moved by my own movements, but by something else. And even still didn't know what it was, what this was. I realized that when the movement did start I just so happened to reach more of the difference space, the brighter space. Was that why this was happening? Or did I cause this from my bad mood? But who could blame me even if it was- this thing was cramped, and I was miserable. I was so miserable, that I now continued on with what I was doing despite the odd moving about going on around me. And this time, I used all I had. I broke the darkness and was smacked by this newer space, landing on something else I broke free from the trap. And Just as I reached this new space the movement around me stopped.
Looking down, these things were moving as I thought about it and did whatever it was that moved them, and looking up I saw a great amount of something or was this everything? It was big, it was all big. And it was more comfortable than that thing. And it seemed the more I thought, the more i knew how to just do things. All at once I stepped away from that thing, only to charge back at whatever solid piece I could with my head, meeting with a painful impact that only led me back to where I was, as if bouncing off of it. I attempted this over and over again, and the pain only escalated. I then moved to thrashing at it, only to swing myself around, furious from the lack of results in whatever I wanted, and I thrashed at the ground, and I along with the thrashing moved about in giant leaps and bounds. And then I froze in place after hearing something, something odd and strange and that sound came from me. I did it again, and again and again, cooing and grunting and snorting about, thrashing my hooves against the cold hard surface beneath me.