Can you see me? Maybe that is the quintessential human question…
I had awoken to a new world, an awkward sense telling me, now this is it,
get up, out of bed now, though no sensation, felt no breath, though a steady
urge to rely on anything, I am certain now, I do not live anymore, another journey somehow…near the other side of anything, innocence calling ….searching…
running to meet, no speed, no slowing, a notion… in color, telling of, nothing
ever knowing anyone…where is this place?.. for I cannot find myself here, if I still be?
Can you see me?
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A short story,
By Laz Freedman 28/2/2011
Me, and my imaginary friend 