Who am I?

Why am I here?

Why am I alone?

Whenever I turn left or right, everything is the same.

Endless space spreads infinitely, with nothing more than pure white.

The identical surroundings made me even more nervous than I actually am.

I felt so out of place, but something in me told me that this is where I belong all along.

"But, I hate this.

I don't want to be here."

Silence greeted me harshly, and leave me alone.

I wondered why is it when I needed solitude they never leave my side, but when I needed answer the most they shushed and pushed me away?

I keep those questions floating all over my scared mind, as my vision slowly darkens.

I don't want to be alone.

-siesta-