I don't think I'm dead. I'm not sure I'm alive either. Is it possible to be between the two? I don't know.

I don't know the time or the date. I don't know where I came from or how I got here. Wherever here is.

I don't even know my name.

Sometimes I'll see glimpses of things, but they're so quick and fleeting, I'm not sure I even saw them at all. Is it possible to imagine things if you're not dead or alive?

I wish I knew something. Anything. It would be better than not knowing anything at all.

Sometimes, I'm almost positive I'm floating. Floating in what? Where? I don't know.

It doesn't help answer any of my questions. It just makes more.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Mindless.
If you're interested, you should also check out my stories: The Next Death, Something Darker, and Dead Ringers. You can also check out my collection of short stories: A Dime a Dozen. If you like poetry, I also have a collection of my poems: Writing Poetry if for Losers.
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