I feel… stuck.
I can't see anything. Could I ever see anything?
I don't remember anything. Have I lived before?
I don't want to stay here. I need to move.
I can't tell if I'm moving.
Everything feels cold. There is no reprieve here for me. I am lost.
Am I crawling..? Am I walking..? Am I flying..?
As a matter of fact, could I ever do any of those things?
They seem almost like second nature. My soul knows I should, but I...
I can't remember. This is driving me insane.
Help! Someone!
Am I yelling? It doesn't feel like I'm yelling. My words won't come out. I can't even feel my lips.
Have I ever even had lips..? I had to have at some point, right?
This is driving me insane…
My mind cannot bear this strain. I'm suffocating here.
And it's so cold. So quiet.
I can't stand it. I want to cry. Have I ever cried before?
How many years has it been now? I've gone insane more times than I can count.
