darkness

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Where am I?

What am I?

Who am I?

I sit up and search around me for clues to answer those questions. But I'm surrounded by nothing. Black is all you can see for miles and miles. What I assume is the ground is nothing, it's empty yet firm at the same time. Black. Nothing.

Black is the absence of color, but what does it mean when nothing has color? 

Why do I see the world this way? 

Ever since you left, my world has been nothing. The absence of everything is daunting. I feel like I'm hallucinating. How is it possible that you brought light into my dull life? 

Heartbreak.

Quite a funny thing when you think about it. It's one of the shittiest feelings in the world, yet we all experience it at some point. Why?

I have so many questions that go unanswered. 

I stand up and begin to walk. To where? I have no clue myself, honestly. 

I start to walk around looking for any clues of anything. Life, food, honestly anything that can give me an idea of where the hell I am. 

While searching, my mind races with thoughts.

"My name is...." I think briefly, and then I lose the thought. 

I sigh. "I'll never know," I say to myself quietly. 

Who the fuck am I?

I get lost in my thoughts for a while and then realize, wait. Who are you?

I immediately trip over my own feet and fall to the floor. 

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