Gregory Sare Landolt (gregoid) wrote,
Gregory Sare Landolt
gregoid
  • Mood: curious

Where are you?

Where are you if the grass is not green and the flowers have no scent? The ground is like quicksand beneath your feet. The air is still and very stale. There is a light, but it doesn't seem to shine on anything. You feel like running, but there doesn't seem like there is any where to run. You must keep moving to keep from getting stuck. You hear sounds all around you but cannot tell where they are coming from. You hear people's voices, but are unable to see anyone there.

Where are you? I wish I knew. For if I knew where you were, I would know where I am too. This is where I am. Where is here? Where am I? How did I get here? So many questions, but no answers. Am I afraid? No. I've been here before. How did I get out last time? I don't know if I ever did. Was I dreaming that I got out? I don't know that answer either.

Where are we or have you already gone?
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