Finding what Unknown Is (Originally written by Joshua Goh)

Unknown has always been a mystery, but discoverable. I wake up on my couch. Oh lord the couch. The only sense of security I have left. I wouldn't leave the couch. I am stalwart to this piece of furniture. My unbridled loyalty to this one couch. Everything else is a blur to me. I got up. I get to the fridge. What is there to eat ? The box labelled "Life" is empty, so are the can of "Dreams" and my last packet of "purpose". Well atleast there is still some "Survival" left. Survival, little syringes of energy to carry on my journey to this unknown. Holes and holes from these needles on this pale skin of mine. I look out the window of my windmill. Grey and faint. Rain and Grim. The sky is open, clear of the castles and clouds that float above.

I put on my cleanest dark blue Thomas Reed and my gritty gas mask. My revolver, whom I have sworn to in the name of holy matrimony. I get out . Blank. What was I to conceptualise? To whom do I receive directions from? I carried myself out of my windmill. My sanctum.To seek the Unknown. I walk towards the trees. I see nothing but snow and wood. Towards the rise of the morning sun.

This Unknown annoys me. It teases my senses with misdirection and mystery.To neglect whatever needs my mind and body demands, all for this mystery. I venture till the forest had reached it`s end of dead trees and grey skies. The edge of a new cliff I stand on now. Only to anticipate adrenalinal action.

Tap tap tap. A finger on my shoulder. "Good Sir, have you any bullets?" she asked. Long flowing hair.Eyes of endless staring into mine, only to see the exact same thing. A missing piece of the beating mechanism. Yes dear, you can take my bullets. I have 6 but you take 5. Thank you sir. My apologies for doing so. There`s nothing to apologize about. Not about the bullets sir. For this punch that I will inflict.

She hit me.Straight on my face, and as of now, I do not stand on solid ground anymore, as I now am falling into the Emerald Waters.

My eyes stared only to hers, as I fell to these waters. She burns me. Like the Sun.

&& To be continued...