31 May 2012
Tick-tock tick-tock, tick-tock, went his mind. The fuse was steady burning, he was sure to blow in time.
Material possessions, Hell, they could be replaced. No, what really mattered was the safety of the place. The world outside was cruel and mean, so he was led to believe. He'd have to come up with a better way out, if he ever hoped to leave.
Ok, I'll build a spaceship!! I'll sail off to the stars. Maybe go to Venus first, then take a trip to Mars.
He was dreaming the impossible, an escape to outer space. He was dreaming and he knew it, he could tunnel out of the place?
Probably end up in Khazackstan, and he didn't want to go there. So he sat and dreamt up another way out, over the rainbow somewhere.
Carried off by Valkyries, or eaten by the dead. Riding out a mounted Samurai, or a little goblin called Fred.
Escaping from reality, in his fantasy he remained. Bound to his existence by a host of invisible chains.
He was happy he had Opuss, because when he felt himself undone. Never could he have imagined, a better place to Run.
Run Two • Opuss № I