In Limbo

What the hell is going on? I am stuck here, with no hope of escape, and I can’t even remember how I got here! What is this place? Am I even alive? There seems to be no shortage of questions in my mind but there are no answers to be found here. I am here in this large, sprawling space which somehow appears to be as unbearably restrictive as a straitjacket. I find it difficult to even think about anything beyond my immediate need for freedom. It is so strange that it seems impossible, yet I can see and feel it happening. I can move my arms and legs and head with ease. I can walk, run, jump and fall. Still it feels like I am confined so completely that I am nearly drowning in the fear that comes with such forced, complete immobility. My freedom of movement, the running and jumping, all seem wholly inadequate. Is this an illusion so perfect that I have no choice but believe it? Why do I feel so suffocated, constrained, helpless when I am in the middle of what seems to be the largest stretch of uninhibited open desert landscape that I ever laid my eyes on? Perhaps this is Hell. Or maybe this is life. All I know for sure is that there is no escape. In such brief periods of contemplation and conscience I feel a deep gratitude for the acute, continuous fear and suffering because they keep me from dwelling on these dangerous thoughts for long and make me forget soon after that there is no end to this…that this is my fate for all eternity.