Hello?
Hey!
Come back!
Come back?
I said to the floating apparition, ghostly mirage, mirrored but never my voice to it,
it heard.
What is this place?
Where am I?
What am I?
An abyss.
It looked scary, but there was a sense of warmth and hope.
I always thought such a place was dreary and dim, but it's truly a place of longing.
Or is that the feeling that keeps us settled in our ignorance and mindless ways?
I need to get out.