It's dark.
I see nothing.
Hear, taste, smell -- nothing.
I feel nothing.
Who am I?
How long have I been here?
Did I always wonder these things?
Am I cold? warm? hungry?
No, I've never thought these thoughts.
Am I scared?
No, somehow, I'm... protected.
It's dark.
I see nothing.
Hear, taste, smell -- nothing.
I feel nothing.
"PUSH, MAMA, PUSH!"
But somehow,
for some reason,
I feel that's all about to change.
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Collection of Ramblings
PoetryRambling thoughts. Poetry. Scattered ideas with no place to go. This will become home to those thoughts, ideas, and voices that just can't be contained, but have nowhere they belong. Enjoy this collection of ramblings.
