Dream Sequence

Cold.

Damp.

Just like my cell. But different.

There were no walls, there was nothing. Just me.

In a void of nothing. Floating in the nothing.

The nothing feels close to me. Maybe I'm the nothing?

I know now that I am the nothing. I must be.

I try to move. I can't. Because I am nothing and nothing can't move. Nothing is everywhere and so am I.

I look at the nothing. Everything is nothing and nothing is everything.

Am I looking at the nothing?

Or am I looking at me?