This was writen in a weird way so idk and there may be ( lets say there is a lot of mistakes. more in punctuation than anything lol) but ya see what u think.
He closed his eyes.
At first he didn’t know why.
But then he remembered.
It was because he was afraid.
Yet he was confused.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of.
Yet something, something had made him close his eyes.
But now it was just darkness.
In a way it was comforting,
just thick blackness everywhere.
But was it?
No! There was a gray as well.
Why? Why was there a gray? For it had just been black and comfortable.
But not now.
The gray where did it come from?
Why was it making delusions or apparitions in the black?
He wondered? Is it a real? No his eyes were closed.
Yet, he walked toward it
Knowing that his fear was out of the way.
The gray, he could see was shaped like a man.
Yet this man was in front of something.
Yes! The man was in front of a lot of something.
He could see it!
He could see the beauty, the hills, the mountains, the rivers, the valleys and the pastures
They were all there!
Yet this man?
He was standing by the gate and his back was turned.
You could tell he was peaceful.
For this was his land, his view.
But wait!
Why was he receding?
Why was the gray going away?
With a cry he opened his eyes.
He then looked at his hands,
He knew what they had done.
He knew what they could do.
He had seen, seen it all as if it were him.
But wait it was him.
There was no denying that.
He could still hear the scream.
It wasn’t his fault, he just needed the money.
But that image, he knew that image.
Didn’t he? For he had been there.
Then why? Why was he still afraid?
Why had he closed his eyes.
