- Lunar Wilderness -

Description by Sleepyvolf

[Prospect #1]rnrnMany days and fewer nights... so I\'m told.rnI\'ve lost my time years ago... so I\'m told.rnThe explaining. The whispered words.rnThis will be the hardest part... so I\'m told.rnI wish my mind would work... unfold.rnThe explaining. The whispered words.rnrnThe front door opened to the look of death. Will this make sense? Will this be comforting at all?rnThe questions dive in day and night. Nothing we can do. Nothing I can do.rnTwists and turns must be answered.rnI hit land... so it seemsrnThe dirt chokes up my legs... strong air then shoots down my throat.rnSensory overload in an instant of sense.rnCharting through old water that I pushed away to drown.rnInto another.rnTo find and be found.rnThis is what I\'ve set out to do. Where is this door?rnrn[Prospect #2]rnrnThe constant movement of my eyes. I can feel, but I can\'t open the lids. The back of my skin is scarred, torn and broken.rnA reflection of what I\'ve seen. (What have I become?)rnThey let these people recreate. Maybe I should have ended it all. Too late?rnMoving forward is a must.rnrnDig deep.rnCommence sleep inside sleep.rnSilence.rnrn(An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario: Three people fill the room.rnThere seems to be a fourth, but very small. We are speaking about some sort ofrnmission. My mouth won\'t stop moving... talking way too much. Even through thernblur I can feel their stares. This one sided discussion seems to be about what I amrnpreventing. Is this a sign? Too late... I\'ve said it before. The people then disappear.rnI look about and the western sky seems to be red... alone. I can smell burningrnflesh... scorched life. I turn around and the face of death stares so grim that thernlids finally open...)rnrnI come to.rnrnI\'m close... Very close. But something isn\'t right.rnA horrifying realization is swept over me.rnrnHome. The empty of home.rnAll I\'ve known is gone. All I\'ve loved is lost.rnSilence.rnrn_Between The Buried And Me