Freezing. A feeling, a word, a thought. Darkness. A word, something you... see? Or can't see at all, just pitch, black.
I wake up every day to the same things, or have I just been forgetting things, over and over? What is this place? Where am I? Who am I? These are questions I think about all day, or, is it night?
What is the meaning behind this endless cycle, of life. Am I even living? Or am I just laying here, never living, never dying, just trapped, existing in this state between worlds. Trapped by, whom? Who put me here? Why can't I remember? What led up to me being stuck in this, this LOOP. This never ending cycle of living, but never actually LIVING.
Am I just a toy, something to be used, over and over, until I just drop dead? What is DEATH? Is death just a word? Or a feeling? Is it a place to go after this meaningless world? If so, I'd rather stay at such a place as 'death' than this dark, freezing cell that I'm trapped in.
I wonder... what does living REALLY feel like? Is it warm? Is it bright? Why does it feel like I've 'felt' this feeling, this place, this, this word, which is said to be truly LIVING, but I KNOW I haven't seen it in my entire, 'existence'?