continuum

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