Between

by TheMajorTechie

The Void

It's strange.

Staring from the outside in.

I'm not sure if there's a when anymore, let alone a where.

I've watched myself in that exact moment more times than I can count.

Every single time, I'm swallowed by the darkness.

Is it normal to feel this detached?

Were the thoughts that passed through my head every single one of those times really mine from those moments?

Or are they only projections of my current self?

Staring from the outside in.

I tumble out of the crack from where I'd been watching. It's the same every time.

I pick me up from the endless expanse of nothingness, and I disappear.

I wonder if anypony else is here?

The crack opens again. As always, it begins as only a little sliver of light.

I walk away this time.