What is this?
It is orange.
It is blue.
It is old.
It is new.
It smells of flowers.
It reeks of eggs.
It calls to me.
It calls to me.
"Help...."
It says.
"I smell you...run, please"
It warns
I cannot see. Why?
Why. Is all I can ask.
I cannot speak. I can just feel and hear.
I feel...vines? Warmth?
I hear...slithering? Bubbling?
I cannot hear. I just feel.
I feel...water? Some liquid.
I wait.
I no longer ask why
Because I know why.
I can only wait.
Wait.
I cannot feel. I can only think.
I ask why. But I know why.
Why is that?
I know why.
I hate being. Human.
Humans are weak.
Humans feel.
Why...feel?
Feel...bad.
Is feel...good?
For once, I do not know.
I do not know.
I do not know.
Do you?
