You're a stickman on a blank piece of paper

Have you ever felt so vacant, so bleak?

So empty. Like you're on a piece of paper. You're the only one on the paper. You look around, but nothing changes in your sight. Everything else is white, and blank.

( I drew this myself in paint, please take some time to appreciate this art.)

And in that emptiness, you don't know where to go. You don't know where you are. Or when and how you suddenly ended up on this piece of paper. You don't see any routes leading to anywhere. Because everywhere is nowhere. And you cannot escape this two-dimensional space. You're trapped in emptiness. Now imagine instead of your body, it is your mind and your soul that is imprisoned. Your breathing gets heavier. Your soul screams, but all that answers back are your echoes. You walk, you run, hoping to see something. Anything, other than yourself. Just to have that comfort of knowing you're not alone. Searching for a sense of warmth. For a sense of connection. Hours become days, days become months, and months become years. You feel hopeless, and cold, and deserted. What is this place? What is this dimension that's isolating me from everyone else? Let me out! Again, no one answers. Maybe nobody heard you. Or maybe they just don't care. Or maybe they're trapped in dimensions of their own. There‘a nothing left to do. You lay your head down. Curl up to yourself. Because the only thing left and the only thing you can hold on to is yourself.

You feel disconnected. From everything and everyone.

What is light when all around you is blank?

What is time when there is no consciousness of it?

What is space when nothing fills it?

What is anything at all?

And what are you when you're on this piece of paper?

You simply exist, but do not live.

You are not alive.