The sand beneath my feet... each grain as insignificant as every life I've ever known.But I don't believe myself above anything; I'm just another speck of dust, another grain on this endless shore.
The salty water pierces my skin without mercy, without compassion—as if it wants to remind me that I'm still here,still breathing in this body I despise.The reality around me overwhelms me,yet sometimes I feel nothing.I am nothing.An emptiness walking in human form.
I travel far, though I never know where.It doesn't even resemble a white, empty room;there are no walls, no light, no darkness.It's a place that exists outside all definition—a broken mirror where my reflection multiplies until I disappear.
Sometimes I think I'm not traveling at all;I'm dissolving.And in that dissolution, something watches me.An echo that whispers my name without sound.A face made of smoke, smiling where fire should be.
I've awakened among ruins that seem to breathe.I've walked through deserts where shadows hunger.Each step I take leaves a mark that doesn't belong to this world... nor to the other.
They say sanity is a tight rope.I let go of it long ago.
I only hope to live long enough to feel it—that spark the fire once promised but never gave.Because if this is hell, I at least want to knowif the punishment has a purpose.
And if it does...I want to meet the one who wrote it.