Apocryphal Knells

Musings Thirty-Six

Confuse

Where am I? Is this still the Land of Spiraling Futility? Has everyone's gone mad? …Have we gone mad?

Dearest? It's dark and cold…where is your warmth? Does your bosom still radiate? Why can't I feel anything? Am I numb? Is it frostbite? I can't feel my hands and face, why is this place so cold? …Alas, an intruder? Where am I going, now? Why does the starlight makes me cringe? What is this smell? …Prairie?

Why can't I find you, Fairest? Why can't I express my worry? Why does this rage frighten me so…?

Have I lost thee forever?