Robbie

stride, stride... breathe. stride, stride... breathe. stride, stride... dark. It's dark. I can't see anything... or maybe, I see everything. I see and hear everything, all at once. It all feels like nothing. What am I feeling? I feel... air. A light, soft touch of air. So soft I could lay here forever, letting it run through my veins and on my skin. Over my body it runs carressing me. Peaceful. Serene. Calm. What am I missing? I feel... empty. Who am I? Where was I before here? Where is here? Who am I? It's as if... something is missing me and calling me. Just as I reach for it the air is back. The breeze running through my fingers, holding me. It's the proud touch of a father, the calming touch of a mother and the loving touch of a sister. All. Missing. Me. Who am I? What was I doing before this? O, right. Stride, stride... breathe. Stride, stride... breathe.