The Wheat Field(A Story About You)?

            An expansive Wheat Field lays before you, you stare out into the distance. It continues as far as the eye can see, in all direction. You’ve stared at it for over an hour now. Afraid to move on.

Behind you is a shed. Despite the odor, not unlike rotting meat, and the buzz of flies laying their eggs that now inhabit the once humble yet cozy shed. This is the place you’ve called home for all your life or at least what you can remember of it. Your torch lights the way. Away from human sin, someone’s ungodly sacrifice that made you descend into the dark unforgiving plain of wheat. The wheat seems to lean towards you, once with pleasant appearance and texture, now contorted into eerie faces by the light of the torch. Strange ghosts cloaked in ivory. They never missed the chance to scratch you with their sharp spikes. It seemed you’d been walking for centuries, when you see a small building in the distance, your saving grace, maybe someone there has a map?

The last glimmering shred of hope was extinguished, by the dark realization that you were back at your shed. The smell and the flies were still there, and now so are you. You pick another direction and start walking again, but no matter what you do, you always end up back at the shed. Now desperate you sink to your knees and pray, to whom? You have the feeling that this whole world is a Wheat Field, and you’re not he first to inhabit it. The loud buzzing of flies makes your mind fuzzy and black spots appear in your vision.

You awaken again in front of the shed, with the smoke from the torch stinging your eyes and the stench of rot in the air. You are cursed to forget. You are cursed to live forever with a hidden memory just out of the grasp of your mind. Words that burn to be said just on the tip of your tongue, sharp as knives never to be remembered. Cursed to forever wander the Wheat Field, in search of yourself.