Nothing visible, aching, wounded, can't move, stuck.
Short on breath, tired body, bones crunched, muscles pulled, eyes closed. 'Where am I?'
My body felt like it had been through a grinder, like I had been crushed alive. My eyes are closed, my arms tired, my back aching.
Forcing my eyes to open only caused pain across my entire head.
Lifting my arms to my face caused lightnings of pain to go across my arms.
No inch of my body didn't hurt, like the whole world fell on me with no remorse to me.
I forced myself so bad to open my eyes that I felt like dying would have just been easier and less painful. Finally I was able to open my eyes.
Nothing...
Darkness...
As if everything I ever did was for nothing. Nothing I ever did in my life had any value, made any difference, mattered.
I tried to remember what got me here, but to no avail. Last thing I remember doing was... 'What was it?'
I gathered all of my god given strength and pushed my arms up against whatever was pushing me down.
Sounds of rocks, debris, blocks rolling down, moving, falling 'What is happening?'
The weights lifted from my body, I felt like I was reborn.
I squinted my eyes and pushed what little rubble remained on me and tried to stand up. The pain struck all across my body but I ignored it and pushed to stand up. I did 'But at what cost?'.
It was just another normal day for me, 'Time to get ready for work.'
Ever since that god forsaken day, every day has been a struggle for life. A struggle of a tired body, of a wounded heart, of a crushed soul. Nothing can make it better, not ever. Nothing can change a feeling, never. Everyday has to be this struggle between life and death, a limbo, in order to fight for maybe life, because even I'm not sure anymore, about what is right or wrong, what is good for me, or what even I am let alone who I am.
No stone can help me step towards my goal or even towards life or death itself. I just want it to stop, stop being this, whatever 'this' is.
I want to be happy with living or dying, not this 'limbo'.
I try to see anything in the distance, can see a few figures, tens or hundreds 'maybe thousands?' of meters away.
I look down at my hand, looking for my only source of safety, my ring. It is there, but without the safety stones, the ones that helped me in my past life, back when everything was... 'normal?' When life had meaning, when doing something meant something, when people cared, when... 'not even worth it anymore.'
Maybe the stones falling meant something, meant that I had nothing left, nothing to do 'Why am I like this?'
'How do I get to the people there? Who are they? Why are they there?' too many questions, little to no answers, not now, not ever.