Please wake up...

I open my eyes: the smell of morning skin, soft touch of your hair, your breathe I breathe in.
The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness... I'm awake, a daydream: alone. Silence.

I jerk back in and out of a daydream self. A backwards day, water surrounds.

Charting through old water that I pushed away to drown. Into one another.

To find and be found. This is what I've set out to do. Where is this door?

A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin. Please wake up. Please break out.

I approach unfamiliar ground. Left standing with the air swirling silently.
Mind bending strategy game. Running though obstacles on a land never ventured.

The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on.
The talking walls speak and spell my life story. My past life.

The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over.
I hit land, so it seems... The dirt chokes up my legs. Strong air shoots down my throat.

The wretched clench of my insides. Unspeakable anguish. The fucking contortion.
Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days.

I'm close... Very close. But something isn't right. A horrifying realization is swept over me.
Home. The empty of home. All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost. Silence.

The mission must stay focused. I work day in and day out. To create. To recreate.
Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew. For mankind... for my kind.

Between the Buried and Me - Hypersleep Dialogues