the floor was wet, and slippery.
beautiful shades of brown, and as the floor started to shake,
it fell through,
to an abyss, or so I thought.
As I float through space, looking around me covered in stars,
a doorway opens, and I fall through.
I start to scream, and I start to yell as
branches start to scratch me and there I fell.
Lost, and alone
I look around me.
"I hear crickets." I say, confused and on guard.
But it's quiet, and it's peaceful.
I walk and I hear leaves crunch under me, the oranges and the yellows.
Another door appears, an arm reaching through this space.
"You finally made it! You're here!"
I grab his hand and walk through.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
the floor was wet, and slippery.
beautiful shades of brown, and as the floor started to shake,
it fell through,
to an abyss, or so I thought.
As I float through space, looking around me covered in stars,
a doorway opens, and I fall through.
I start to scream, and I start to yell as
branches start to scratch me and there I fell.
Lost, and alone
I look around me.
"I hear crickets." I say, confused and on guard.
But it's quiet, and it's peaceful.
I walk and I hear leaves crunch under me, the oranges and the yellows.
Another door appears, an arm reaching through this space.
"You finally made it! You're here!"
I grab his hand and walk through.
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