I don't know where I am.
I feel like I have been wandering for hours,
in 8 million directions, and none of them helped
to get me anywhere but here. I am scared, alone
and screaming to be found. It's dark, so dark I
am worried I may have just gone blind..And deaf its nearly
silent. It if weren't for the wind in the trees I would
think I was the new Helen Keller. I shout "Someone!
Anyone! PLEASE!" My cry pierces through the quiet
like an arrow. You would think it could be heard for
miles, but its just my scewed perception after all this
silence.
I sit on the cold damp ground. Isn't that what they
say to do? When you are lost it is best to stay where
you are...so when someone comes looking for you
they have a better chance of finding you. But who
would look for me here? I close my eyes and a tear
falls into the blackness that is my surroundings, but it
doesn't just fall it ripples. Not just the tear, but the dark.
Everything around me slowly bends and bows like a
lake and the first drop of rain. Then all of a sudden
things are getting a little lighter. Grey and white and
a beige. I spin to take in whats happening.
I don't know where I am.
I am in a room that seems to have no walls. I am sure
there is a ceiling but this place is so white I cant
fathom it. And everywhere I turn there is a filing cabinet.
Not just around me but filling the endless room. Stacked on
top of each other. Drawers semi opened and papers all jumbled
up as if a hurricane blew through right before I got here.
Where ever here is. I pull out a paper from the manila
folder and try to read. It is blank, but for some reason I
know what it was meant to say. While looking at this clear
page I am thinking about balance and walking. I drop the
sheet of nothingness. This makes no sense. I walk to another
cabinet its filled with empties as well but as I fan
through them I picture a full day in 5th grade. This cant
be happening. I run down hallways of file lockers and stop
in front of one. It was bound to happen in this setting
but I feel like it was meant to be. I open the bottom
drawer and grab yet another piece of paper. This
one is, you guessed it blank. But for some reason I
feel anger towards this single sheet and crumple it up
and throw it across the room. And as it flies it
does something odd. Like my tear it caused a reaction,
but this one was very different. The only way I can
describe it is by comparing it to a gunshot hole. And
instantly all the air got sucked out of the room.
Not just the air a bunch of papers and me as well.
I don't know where I am.
My body is aching and it's dark again. I sigh thinking
I am back in the never ending depression of the wood till
I realize I haven't opened my eyes. All these thoughts,
words, and images have all happened as I al laying in
bed trying to sleep but not succeeding. I have been
lost, trapped, confused and amazed by my own mind. Or
is it in my own mind? Could it be?!
I feel like I have been wandering for hours,
in 8 million directions, and none of them helped
to get me anywhere but here. I am scared, alone
and screaming to be found. It's dark, so dark I
am worried I may have just gone blind..And deaf its nearly
silent. It if weren't for the wind in the trees I would
think I was the new Helen Keller. I shout "Someone!
Anyone! PLEASE!" My cry pierces through the quiet
like an arrow. You would think it could be heard for
miles, but its just my scewed perception after all this
silence.
I sit on the cold damp ground. Isn't that what they
say to do? When you are lost it is best to stay where
you are...so when someone comes looking for you
they have a better chance of finding you. But who
would look for me here? I close my eyes and a tear
falls into the blackness that is my surroundings, but it
doesn't just fall it ripples. Not just the tear, but the dark.
Everything around me slowly bends and bows like a
lake and the first drop of rain. Then all of a sudden
things are getting a little lighter. Grey and white and
a beige. I spin to take in whats happening.
I don't know where I am.
I am in a room that seems to have no walls. I am sure
there is a ceiling but this place is so white I cant
fathom it. And everywhere I turn there is a filing cabinet.
Not just around me but filling the endless room. Stacked on
top of each other. Drawers semi opened and papers all jumbled
up as if a hurricane blew through right before I got here.
Where ever here is. I pull out a paper from the manila
folder and try to read. It is blank, but for some reason I
know what it was meant to say. While looking at this clear
page I am thinking about balance and walking. I drop the
sheet of nothingness. This makes no sense. I walk to another
cabinet its filled with empties as well but as I fan
through them I picture a full day in 5th grade. This cant
be happening. I run down hallways of file lockers and stop
in front of one. It was bound to happen in this setting
but I feel like it was meant to be. I open the bottom
drawer and grab yet another piece of paper. This
one is, you guessed it blank. But for some reason I
feel anger towards this single sheet and crumple it up
and throw it across the room. And as it flies it
does something odd. Like my tear it caused a reaction,
but this one was very different. The only way I can
describe it is by comparing it to a gunshot hole. And
instantly all the air got sucked out of the room.
Not just the air a bunch of papers and me as well.
I don't know where I am.
My body is aching and it's dark again. I sigh thinking
I am back in the never ending depression of the wood till
I realize I haven't opened my eyes. All these thoughts,
words, and images have all happened as I al laying in
bed trying to sleep but not succeeding. I have been
lost, trapped, confused and amazed by my own mind. Or
is it in my own mind? Could it be?!
