Sometimes I feel like an insect trapped in a room.
Stuck on my back, legs flailing in the air, confused as hell. Somehow I turn myself upright, learn to walk again, spread my wings. I can fly, but where? I scurry around, across an alien landscape, learning everything anew.
After a while I become accustomed to my new planet. The strange environment now seems comfortable, familiar. I don't scurry, I stroll, to and fro, not worrying - just living. Things I would ponder, things that confused me, now become pedestrian. I don't question my new home, I just accept it.
This is my world. The fragments of my past are so distant that they appear only in my dreams. Blurred streams, verdant fields, fragrant blossoms and the gentle caress of warm rays. They appear to me in a haze, so unreal that I cannot imagine ever having truly been there. Was I?
My time is coming to an end. How long have I been here? Everything is so close and foreign. Hard surfaces, glass and steel, strange smells and claustrophobia. I'm dying. How long have I been here...
