Chapter one, I am?
I woke, fearful panic. Running... I'm running, but why? I don't remember why.. why.. why does it hurt?
Time, it pasted me by. I lost track of it. How old was I? Why am I here? What am I? A drop, I could hear. I am a glass of water? I wonder, if so am I full?
I realized I was sitting, in the dark. Water does not sit. I know, I realize! I am just a cup holding water!
No… why? I question this, I felt like anyone would question it. Why do I question my appearance? I am a cup.
It all depends on the outlook on life. I cant be a cup. The darkness prevents me from seeing.
I cant be a cup, I remember running. Running from what, from where? I dont know… my head it hurts. I remember so much. Why do I remember… I wish I would have just been a cup.
My head would not hurt, and I'd never know the true color of darkness. I'd never glance at another or feel, what is "feel"? I cant understand.
It starts to become clearer, I am no cup. It's become transparent. I can hear, the drops have stopped, the water has calmed.
Where am I? What.. am I? So simple.. but still so complex. All I can feel, see, experience. All the while I wonder I am?