Footsteps...
Someone’s walking.
It's me but where am i and why am i walking?
I don’t know but that’s not important.
Important...
Wait, let me think.
Birds are singing and trees are shaking but there’s no sound.
The road splits into two – right and up.
Questions, shows the right way.
Answers, shows the way up.
Without thinking i walk straight forward, destination unknown.
My thoughts are distracted, upset by
...Something.
Environmental change, absurdity.
Instead of grass my feet are touching metal.
Railroad...
In the emptiness but emptiness is seeming.
Train...
No, but i’m sure that something passed by.
Lots of them.
Like rats from a sinking ship
...Escaping?
A mass of fog in my direction.
In that mass there’s an object.
It’s a cube with a window, isolated inside.
One bed and nothing else
... I’m tired.
Daylight turns into a gloomy night.
I find myself beneath the bed.
Consciousness says it’s safe here.
I’m not alone anymore, they're not talking.
Complete blackout.
Only now i remember that
...I forgot.
Air becomes cool because the window is open.
Day arrives but It’s still dark under the bed.
The person next to me
...Right, they're dead.
Others did this.
Substance starts fading away, along with the fog and them.
Leaving behind a blade of grass.
A sign of a valuable lesson.
Desert...
No, probably just a dream.
A camel, breathing and moving.
I wonder what you're thinking about, do you think at all?
All alone like myself.
Do you want to be friends?
Silence means agreement, right?
I can't recall where i came from so i'll follow you
Beginning, shows the way ahead
...Beginning of what?
The creature beside me disappears.
I wonder if they were real or just my imagination.
Starting point isn’t the same anymore.
Winter has taken over this forest.
I’ve never seen so much white.
It’s hard to see through the snowfall
...I’m not cold.
I walk in my old footprints but when did i make those?
The trail divides again but this time the way up displays "understand."
I choose to go right.
Building, with a smoke coming from its chimney.
Knock on the door, the door opens.
I smell food but no one's here.
Letter on the table in an unfamiliar language to me.
I recognize that label, i know that handwriting.
I can swear it’s mine but when and why.
Failing to seek explanation, i leave.
As i step out of the house i see a sign that reads "smile."
Time passes but i’m still the same.
Nothing's new, only seasons have changed.
An early spring, stunningly beautiful which I've never seen.
That bud i saw a moment ago has already bloomed.
If you pay close attention, you can hear birds in the distance, flying
...Home.
Bright light, a glade?
Seemingly limitless passage in the woods.
You can see activity on the other side.
It’s blurry but still
...Someone’s there.
You can spell "world" on the doorway.
A word that can cause endless thoughts, a word full of good and bad.
Fear? No, just cautiousness.
You shouldn’t come in without consideration.
I take a seat in front of the access and observe how the life progresses
...It's not my time to enter.