This road seems familiar somehow, but I just can't recall why. The scent of dust and wild grass hangs heavy in the air. It's as if I'm back home, making my way through the nature I've always been in love with. Sweat running down my body as if my whole being is crying from the sun's warmth.
Still I don't recognize any of this. Neither the heavenly blue sky above, nor the painted clouds, nor the dry summer's breeze. I don't know the trees and the earth stains my feet with an unnatural hue. Even my chest seems to tighten in this uncanny landscape surrounding my every thought.
Have I really gone this deep…? Pulled down further within the dark abyss of my own forgotten identity. Names are useless in this place, as I find I don't give a damn about the pride I attached to my own.
If this is a dream, let me sleep just a while longer. I don't ever want to wake up…