Random diary entry #3

My mind of which would try to distort their speech. As also my mind like growing thorns. I found a comfortable place to choke. Moving ever so slowly, as it crawls an inch by inch, A man under a black fur in a corridor dragging It's legs and reaching hands. It doesn't seem to be hostile, nor is it a friend. Once the man reaches me and hold me within his arms, It's warmth calming every inch of my tense body. The hands brushing my face to make me awake, as to open a bird from It's cage. More so, his figure gets closer to you and reveal it's mouth:

“Are you ready to depart from this world?”