The air is thin in this existence. Light-headedly floating through passages that seem to have no destination. No end in sight, it feels like the little air around is being vacuumed out by a force that can't be caculated or registered. There has to be some place where there is oxygen, it doesn't have to be alot. Just enough to search for the reason of being here in this lifeless void. Visions pass by of those who have been here before. They also sought the answers to the question that is asked. In their continued search, they never recieved enough air to continue their quest. They gave up their search and now they float along in this abyss as hopeless souls that have become hollow. The air is getting thinner in this place and the answers aren't coming quick enough. Suffocating in this place is not an option.
Reason for writing:
Has anyone ever felt that their world has become so strange and smothering to them that you feel as if you will suffocate on air you breathe?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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