the landscape around
me is completely
flat
no grass or
trees
no mountains to
climb or
valleys to
fall into
just an endless continuum of
wasteland
there’s no color
no sound
everything for
miles around is
gray and silent
a void inhabited only
by me
and day after day
life here is
the same
i populate the countryside
with the offspring of my
imagination
both the beautiful
and the grotesque
i try to move forward
but can’t tell if i’m
making progess
or if it’s just another
flight of fancy
i wonder how long i’ve
been here
good but not good enough
and if
eventually
i will just be
a figment of
someone else’s
imagination
when they are
stuck here
in the world
between times
