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.