White
Confusion. It`s what I should be feeling. But I feel nothing, nothing at all. I see white, but that's all I see, miles upon miles of white. Motionless, I walk, walk despite somewhere within the depths of my mind, there are a million terrorizing voices screaming at me to stop. I ask myself questions, trying to find some sign that might console me, but all I find is white. I continue walking aimlessly, beginning to question how long the path stretches on for. I begin to notice that where I walk, there seems to be no end, there's no sign of ending as the white stretches on endlessly in every direction. Questions continue to ponder within my head, will I ever get out; do I want to get out anymore? Despite wanting to feel fear, I don't; I continue to be void of all emotion, of all sense, of all hope. Soon, control of my body slowly fades, and though I know somewhere within me that I should care, I can't find it within myself to say that I want to anymore. Realization hits me, and where I should feel petrified, I feel calmer than I have ever known. Now I walk, despite wanting to stand, and now I am void, despite knowing I should feel, and now, I stand alone, in a world where nothing is everything and everything is nothing.
