Stuck

You are floating in a vast emptiness. A void stripped of time itself. You float steadily forwards. Despite the swarm of questions and uncertainties you feel a certain sense of accomplishment knowing that, wherever your destination might be, you are making your way towards it. However, as the syrup-like atmosphere continues to drag on, you start to question if you are moving in circles. You then realize you’ve never been moving at all. The destination does not exist and you are left with only your cannibalistic mind to eat you alive. Having neither present nor future you can only focus on what has been. The demons you had thought to have escaped return to haunt you. These thoughts gnaw at you until there comes a point where it is the only part of you remaining. You’ve ceased to live and resigned to merely existing. All the remains of your being are constant replays of dusty memories. You might as well be dead.