wow who am i what,where. how who what ,what am i doing what am i talking if that’s what it is i fell an endless void of nothingness coming towards me an end less void of empty “hello” the man said an odd man he was in a chair but with circles huh this is odd i know words but understand them less than i understand myself words, the man changed his slightly dazed patronizing look but now greeted me with great urgency and a hint of distrust who am I is the word at the back of my mind i understand nothing sweat pealing down my brow mor undiscovered meaningless which some how I know terrific “he’s mad look at him “ I since another presence looking around im confronted by an odd creature he is a man 40 perhaps how do i know these words ! i feel as if someone is talking for me and I don’t have the power or personal intellect to understand him the man was not sharp-looking like the other one he took something out of his pocket this a bad thing I don’t seem to know why but I just do all the while ive been thinking they seemed to have been starting to speak very loudly this puzzles me I hear a noise I don’t like this I quickly find myself moving its odd i can use my legs so well must be the one right thing my mother got right “get he’s a cop” the man spoke differently to the man in the chair quickly moving i find myself running that’s a good word for it i dont understand why I have such a grasp of this my anatomy yet I don’t know anything about its experiences still running I find myself following a narrow stretch of tarmac as I run I see signs and less wood land little more than ten meters away from me the woodland starts thinning and after about 18 minutes of running different scents come to me oily gassy is the only words i can think of the outside was so nice why did it need to go when this feels worse it dazzles me though looking at large pointy structures touching the sky as if to be stairways to the stars I start to move forward now looking like a dazzled child with my mouth half-open intrigued,dazzled and in awe of its modern beauty I notice more people they litter the streets like ants in a hive different people different looks different colours how could this be fround on it makes the world beautiful and different if we were all the same we are undeveloped i feel tired as im walking a man urges me to come near him odd he does not know me yet he gestures toward me to come near him “come my good sir sit we make the best coffee in america” him like the man in the wheelchair sounded different to everyone boom! darkness… “ugh ugh” ow back to square one pain im not fond of this feeling ”agh Ahagh please!” the beeping of a moniter next to me starts making an increasingly annoying sound getting faster and more aggressive my name is Vincent anton what everything is coming back just as it was going so well the machine was still annoying me “that’s it hes done ” then darkness “life tends to pass us by we never truly understand or comprehend the gravity of our actions and we will never understand the human spirit to its full potential but its possible to understand that its out of our comprehension to suppress it because eventually it would surpass us” george orwell