Gleaming in the dark was this little thing, not quite sure what it was but with perfect rhythm it danced around in a very strange pattern. The space seemed neutral against it's motion. With a realm of intensity it struck, 'the pattern of time' as if to do it more harm than good but with no luck! The order of it's motion was such, no law of physics hold witness to it.
At first it was lonely, sitting there all by itself. You might not even notice it, but the moment you eye it ....it starts to glow, as though it was watching you all this time just wanted you to know it. You find it interesting, so you might think of raising your hand to touch it. Hesitation was the last thing that boarded your mind so it was obviously late. That soft glow... that sense becomes too much and it jumps of the highest block just to end its fatal fall. There it is, all soft and mushy like a little baby's hand against yours. It's great but lasts no longer than a billionth of a second, and suddenly out of back of the dark, more of this now friendly but still strange thing thing starts to appear. They all are somewhat like this thing, watching you with the same strange aura.
By now you are content with this little thing, but your inner self that keeps you alive without your even knowing it speaks out of no where like it does so many times before, telling you want all of them. Mistake is a lesser a word here because what follows is far more demeaning, the voice should have been mute.
From one, these things are by now 'many'. Like the rush of blood they all leap on you from behind the dark. You are aware, but still choose to sit there, to feel these little things on you. Too late ..............what have been "mushy and soft" are now in all kinds of weird shapes and sizes, crawling, leeching and feeling you. You want them...... you know. But they are hurting you at the same time making you feel like heaven. In heaven they don't hurt you....