“Could I stay here? For just a moment.” “I’m not sure. Who are you? What are you?” “Would you believe I don’t know anymore? I’ve lost myself somewhere. I’m not sure I know quite where. I’ve slipped the bonds that once tethered me to reality. Up is down and down is where I’ve found myself. I’m breaking at the seams. I want to stay here. I don’t want to go out on my own, not again. It gets harder, you know - harder to pull myself together every time I tear. I don’t want to tear again. I don’t want to go back out into the wind and the rain and the ashes that fall from the sky. I want to stay here.”
“Perhaps you should take a seat.”