Dear Dear Nobody,

I'm walking toward something, but when I look ahead of me, it's all blurry. So I try to look behind, and I see my past self, past memories. They look so far away, and it seems like they go nowhere. I try to focus on what is in front of me, but I can't make anything of it. My feet feel so heavy, and it's hard to move. The air feels dense, and it's awkward to breathe. So I just sit down and close my eyes.