I am gone.
Who am I?
Who am I?
It’s back … faster this time … and I am … lost.
Pain.
Pain.
I am pain.
Roaring and roaring and roaring. And in my dreams, she’s there, calling for me, beckoning to me, needing me.
I will go to her—I must go to her.
In a room with a door to nowhere and everywhere.
The roar will take me to her.
She calls for me and I will go.
Doors and darkness and roaring and voices calling to me, but I must go to her. I must go.