I am standing in the middle of a road. Going forward or backwards is my choice, and I have to make a choice soon, before vehicles come too close to run over me.
Standing still is what I do, as I see a speeding car approaching me.
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I'm in a desert now.
Ahead of me is a fort, a tourist spot that tempts everyone into its riches and cultural heritage. Behind me are just some shrubs. I walk backwards.
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I'm in an ocean now.
Underneath are some corals.
On the surface, all I can see is the blue sky. The same sky I see every day. I take a leap. I forget that I don't know how to swim. I just stand still in the water and watch people on the deck as I sink. They try to help, but down and down I go. The cry for help is not coming up my throat anymore. I sink to the bottom.
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I'm in a forest now. Ahead of me is the troop I came along to explore the nature with. Behind me are poisonous plants, the details of which I don't know. Ahead I have to go, but I stand still. I can't see the troop anymore. They didn't even bother to look back. I'm lost.
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I'm on a mountain now. Up I have to go, to reach the summit. I'm halfway there, but down I look. I have a phobia of heights. I fall down. The rope that's tied around my waist holds me from falling, and people above try to pull me up. Effort is what I have to put, to go back up and be safe, but I just lay mid-air, still.