StuckINmyWORLD
My existence is flat.
I continue on, at an unhurried pace, down this flat path as I await something.
I don't know what that something is, but I don't care.
I know something will happen, it has too.
Otherwise why would I be here?
Why would anyone be here?
The tree was absolutely ancient.
"Guys..." I shouted "I don't know if this is a good idea..." but they were already too far up in the tree to hear me.
I looked down and decided I was too high up to give up.
So, I climbed.
By the time I reached the top my friends should have been up there for a while.
They weren't.
They had disappeared...