Featureless Existentialism
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A/N: What else is in the Room of Spirit and Time?
I run.
On all fours, I run.
Just like yesterday, just like tomorrow.
I have run for as long as I can remember.
I am old.
I cannot remember not being old.
Not that it matters.
There is no time in this place.
Yes, that must sound silly.
But time has to be measured by a regular event changing something in a regular pattern.
Nothing changes here.
Even when the storms are gone.
It is reabsorbed back into the room.
Where I have been running.
Forever.
I remember my forefeet are coarse.
Five toes, without nails.
I think at one time, they moved seperate of one another.
But now they are joined by skin.
I do not remember what any other part of me looks like
I do not know if I have any other parts.
I do not know if I had a family.
I do not know if there are any others like me.
I do not care.
I run.
Fire does not burn,
Ice does not freeze,
Electricity does not shock,
Because I run.
In the featureless room.
All I see is white.
I used to look down and watch my forefeet as I ran.
I do not know if I haven't looked down to my feet.
I do not know if I am still looking down.
I may be blind.
All I see is white.
I do not care.
I do not think.
My mind is as blank as the room I run in.
I run.
I do not remember pain.
I do not remember exhaustion.
Or hunger.
Or thirst.
I do not remember.
Now is all.
Nothing has changed.
No past.
No future.
I just run.
What am I?
I do not remember.
Who am I?
I do not know.
What is my name?
I do not care.
I just run.
I may not exist.
I may be dreaming.
I do not know.
But I run.
I may be lost.
I may be desparete.
I may be angry.
I may be
Happy.
I do not know.
I do not care.
***
Well, that was different. R/R.
***
A/N: What else is in the Room of Spirit and Time?
I run.
On all fours, I run.
Just like yesterday, just like tomorrow.
I have run for as long as I can remember.
I am old.
I cannot remember not being old.
Not that it matters.
There is no time in this place.
Yes, that must sound silly.
But time has to be measured by a regular event changing something in a regular pattern.
Nothing changes here.
Even when the storms are gone.
It is reabsorbed back into the room.
Where I have been running.
Forever.
I remember my forefeet are coarse.
Five toes, without nails.
I think at one time, they moved seperate of one another.
But now they are joined by skin.
I do not remember what any other part of me looks like
I do not know if I have any other parts.
I do not know if I had a family.
I do not know if there are any others like me.
I do not care.
I run.
Fire does not burn,
Ice does not freeze,
Electricity does not shock,
Because I run.
In the featureless room.
All I see is white.
I used to look down and watch my forefeet as I ran.
I do not know if I haven't looked down to my feet.
I do not know if I am still looking down.
I may be blind.
All I see is white.
I do not care.
I do not think.
My mind is as blank as the room I run in.
I run.
I do not remember pain.
I do not remember exhaustion.
Or hunger.
Or thirst.
I do not remember.
Now is all.
Nothing has changed.
No past.
No future.
I just run.
What am I?
I do not remember.
Who am I?
I do not know.
What is my name?
I do not care.
I just run.
I may not exist.
I may be dreaming.
I do not know.
But I run.
I may be lost.
I may be desparete.
I may be angry.
I may be
Happy.
I do not know.
I do not care.
***
Well, that was different. R/R.