My world is white, lightly submerged in water as if coating the ground just to let me know it's there. You can easily find me, I'm always sitting against the big tree, the only thing in the world except for me. I'll sit there and let my clothes soak up the little water there is. Occasionally I'll even splash it around with my hands and hum a familiar song as I stare into the vast void. You'd think with everything being white it'd be too bright but it's actually pretty comforting to the eye. Sometimes the tree changes colors, it becomes beautiful reds, oranges and yellows. It's always warmer when the tree changes color but after awhile all the leaves fall around me and float to a far off destination beyond my reach. When they float away I wonder where they go. Sometimes I even wish I could go with them. I always feel sad while I watch them float away from me. Yet all I do is sit at the barren tree, soaking in all the tears I've never cried, taking in all the thoughts I don't think about. Singing along to the rhythm of the sorrow I've forgotten, watching moments of happiness float away too scared to chase after them. But still I'll smile and say I'm okay to no one else but myself. Waiting for the cycle to repeat over and over, cause this is all I know.
So don't ask if I'm lonely! I won't know how to answer!
Don't ask if I'm okay! I'll just lie!
Don't ask me to change! I won't listen!
I'm stuck on replay, I don't know if I like it but I can't say that I hate it. My world is where I live and I'm sorry to say but you don't exist there. It's just me and the tree, and when I have the courage I'll end this loop with another loop tied to the other side of the tree.
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