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