Looking from right to left, nothing could be seen as the endless darkness consumed everything. I had faith that I was still alive in the death realm, yet, I had a bad feeling of where I was.
Letting my body do as it wished, I flew in no certain direction as at times, I would change directions as if I was a lost wanderer.
And all that time, I couldn't stop but think of some things that maybe if I had answers to them, then my life would be a bit smoother than it is now. No one promised that it would be easier, and I had to work with that at the back of my head.
"Why was I born?.." I asked myself the same question now and then.
"Why do I exist?"
"Why was I made?"
"Why am I not dead yet?"
"What is the purpose of my existence?"
Though I knew that I had no answers to any of those questions, there wasn't anything else to think of or see where I was. So it made my travel a little more bearable.
