I'm tired, tired of life, tired of waiting, tired of this. But I don't know what this is. I want explanations but have no one to ask. I want to die but can't. I feel like I'm trapped but there are no borders around how far I can wander. I want to speak but there is force against it I can't power over. What is this? I want to leave. Let me leave. Let me out. I'm tired of this. I want to get out of this maze. I can't die. I can't escape. And I won't wander forever. I will get my will back. I will exit.

Or I could give up. I could give up. Will that end my suffering? Will I have pain if there's nothing to want. If I just wait. What I've been so sick of. Yet I feel as though this went through me before. I feel memories. I feel happy. I have nothing. But I remember. I remember feelings. I remember life. What I was wandering wasn't life. It wasn't death. It was the infinity between them. I was lost. I am lost. But I remember. I've been walking these roads so long I forgot how to live. While my surroundings turned to white. The road disappeared and I stopped feeling. Yet somehow pain stayed. I can't die because I'm not alive. I surrender. I stop walking. I wait for the memories to go back to their spots on the road. I don't know why. I see more. I see yesterday. I see last week. Yet no time is passed. How. I sit. And look. Through memories. Through pain. I feel alive. And I don't want to die. It comes back. I feel pain. I close my eyes for a moment. Everything is back. The same white empty space. That I'm so tired of.