Welcome to nowhere.
A hand extends itself to me. I see no facial features. Just a half naked body. A male. His voice as comforting as sunsets in July. I take his hand.
Welcome to nowhere.
You don't know me. As a matter of fact you don't even know yourself as well as you should. You're a nobody.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
You're trapped. You don't know where to go. These walls are limiting. Your heart chains you down within them. You find comfort in your bondage.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
I look around, my toes delving deep into warm sand. I see waves. I hear them crashing. I hear screams in the distance. Help!!!!!
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
I see people drowning. We should help them. Look! You can't hear their screams? Let's go help them please. Can you swim?
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
We walk across the sand until we reach heavy forestation. There're trees everywhere but no birds in sight. No chirping. No leaves rustling.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
We allow the trees to devour us as we walk along a jagged path. I begin to see movement in the trees. I begin to hear a soft slithering. A poisonous yet entrancing hiss. Snakes.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
The snakes come in closer. They're beautiful. Elegant. Sly. Their eyes all on me, still hissing as if hungry. I can't help but be mesmerized. Their hissing provides a comfort in this unknown place. A familiar and repetitive noise.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
We move out the forest and onto an empty plain. I see nothing except a throne with a man sitting on top. God like. A king. Proud. In his hands he holds a key. Plays around with it, amused by how it turns and slides through his fingers. He smiles.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere.
The king is crowned with a water droplets. Not sweat. Tears align themselves across his head like a halo. Entwined with intricate gold. This is laughter, the man holding my hand says. He is crowned with tears and laughter.
Where am I?
Welcome to nowhere
