Please Don't Close the Book
But why are you here? I don't know who you are, I don't know what you look like, all I know is you've listened to me ramble about my issues and my interests, and you haven't spoken a word! Have I been too intimidating? Or perhaps you stumbled here by accident, and are waiting for an opportune time to leave?
I do hope you decide to stay. I'm not sure where we are, but... it's been nice to have someone to talk to, someone to bear the weight of this crazy world with me. It's strange, though. I can't remember anything before this. I can't remember who I was or what I was doing. I said something about a heartbreak? Huh. Have I experienced some sort of amnesia? Is this just a hallucination? I can't see anything but what I think. First all I saw was me writing in my journal, then my ex, then I felt you arrive, then purple, then horses, then-well, then this. An empty void. Not black, but empty, like a black hole filled with light that we just can't comprehend.
Do you know how to get out of here?
Do you know where "here" even is?
Madeline_Lane_0455 · Masa Muda
