Blank

** Read slowly**

I am sitting in the lawn of my house. Everywhere, there is mist. Everything is blank before me. The mist has created a wall between me and the world. I am lost. I  sunk in memories. I want to get out. But I could not.

Someone is pulling me. I am drowning inside the black waters. No. Not waters. The past. It's like a time machine. Life is a time machine. I can still feel the pains hitting me hard. Who is pulling me inside these horrifying memories? I just don't want to remember those. What's pulling me? You? Maybe. But that doesn't matter anymore. I am far away. From all these.

I am panting. Some is happening inside me. Why is everything black before my eyes? No. It can't be.

Everything is going abstract in my mind. Like the sky and the clouds. We two are mixed up so elegantly. The two colours are becoming one. None of us is in our shape and dimension now. We are one. We are not talking. We are revealing ourselves. Through abstract. We have no reflection, no shadow. We are us. Let the world be away. We live like ourselves. We need nothing. We don't need to explain anything to anyone.

We? No. It's me. I don't need to explain anything to anyone. You do. I am sitting here. For eternal time. I saw many came and went. No one stayed. Is that you? Who wants to stay? But today, there is nothing. No support. No one. Only a deadbody. A living one.