I don't think I'm dead. I'm not sure I'm alive either. Is it possible to be between the two? I don't know.
I don't know the time or the date. I don't know where I came from or how I got here. Where ever here is.
I don't even know my name.
Sometimes I'll see glimpses of things, but they're so quick and fleeting, I'm not sure I even saw them at all. Is it possible to imagine things if you're not dead or alive?
I wish I knew something. Anything. It would be better than not knowing anything at all.
Sometimes, I'm almost positive I'm floating. Floating in what? Where? I don't know.
It doesn't help answer any of my questions. It just makes more.
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew.
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