Invisible arms reaching towards you, crawling, sprawling, searching. They pull at you with a soft pull, the seductive pull. Hauling you to where it wants to go, to where you want to go. Playing no part is the conscious mind, reeling in its sweet deception. You are drawn at any place, at any given moment, ready to go whenever called. The call is swift and with great intensity, causing no struggle from you. It could be anything that lures you to it, anything…
Reason for writing:
Humans always tend to do things that seem out of character, and I just wanted to have my say on why this happens...
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