Wondering

Funny fact people get a whole lifetime to prepare for the very last moment of their insignificance and how they manage to escape by filling the emptiness of their days with even more insignificant habits. Looking ahead, there is only a small distance between the first and  last breath. For common souls it may appear as an exciting travel but for some others it is doomed to an inescapable waste.

The feeling of suffering from a long and frightening amnesia trying to understand the world around, the brightest side of it clouded by a giant amount of dirt everywhere. You try to remember what was before but you can not. You sit every single day in front of the same window. Watching across the street the neighborood falling apart, crumbling down. The language they speak even more confusing to your understandings.

What would appear like a new experience stands for dejà-vu. Every single soul you meet is a copy of another copy. And you keep wondering what was before. You try to remember but you can not. You sit in front of the window and you realize your reflection is a copy of another copy. The walls around are nothing but a giant amount of dirt.

Chains around your wrists to certify there is no escape until the very last heartbeat. And that day coming is together a blessing and a curse. Finally breaking free but still ignoring yet if the upcoming step will be any better.