Washed up on the shores of nowhere, lost between reality and make believe. You look, search, travel from one spot to another from one possibility to the next.
Which way to go, who to turn to, what can you trust, what is real? Uncertain of what choice to make, afraid of possible outcomes to be had. Wade in the water, dark pools of your discontent. Got to find a way out, must make it back to what’s known, the familiar, the safe, the world that is recognizable.
Keep moving, tired, strained, weary from one wrong turn after another. Its crossing your mind to give up, give into this form of never ending existence. You stop for rest determined to continue on in time, but once you stop moving the mind looses its will to go.
You are stuck, lost, forgotten why you move, how to think, what to even try to comprehend next after you let go of your last coherent thought.
Will you make it back, will you find a way out, can you even remember that you wanted to escape? Only time will tell.
Image: google.com/abstract/Limbo game pic.