meterbe

On the good days I used to think of the people I once new. I have long forgotten their faces all I can still see their outlines. I have long forgotten how I lost them but I did; now I sit here trying to remember them. I sometimes have conversations with them I know they weren't there but I had to believe, if I didn't believe they were coming for me then what have I left? There are people that come to see me those people that come tell me that my friends, that they never existed but they must have, they must…Oh God please tell me they exist. At first the conversation I have told you about were comforting to me but then…then I started to forg

His eyes flicked open, the place he was in was an unknown. It looked like nothing just emptiness stretching on forever. A black mesa continuing to infinity. He looked around in silent awe, "where the hell am I?" he asked his voice echoing off in the non existent cavity of space. Reaching out his hand he touched an invisible barrier, tracing it with his fingers, he pushed harder and felt it give, then the plane of existence he was on began to shake violent but small detonations ripped through the area. He pulled his hand away, everything stopped, and the void calmed and everything was as it had been. Looking round he raised his hand to the