Literature
White World
Time, time has lost its meaning. It’s been so long in this world of white, the sun never sets and the moon never rises.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen her face, what did she look like again?
I can’t remember, I can hear echoes in my mind but even those are starting to fade.
When will my torment end?
When will I find the peace that has eluded me all these years?
Days?
Months?
How long will my suffering continue for? I look down from my perch into the deep waters below wondering if I might be able to finally find peace in this desolate world.
Time has no meaning anymore, so what’s the point to existing?