I lay, wrapped in a blanket, once again questioning

who i am?

what am i here to do?

what happens after death?

and then out of nowhere, i suddenly have movement

i try to escape the blanket, wiggling and waggling, but never quite getting out

i then ask, why am i trying to escape? and there is nothing but silence.

i don't understand myself, and i wish i did.

but typing to an audiance of nobody is fun too..haha

...anyone?

ask and you shall receive, and you will receive everything but answers.

(May 16th, 2025)