Freeze

I am stuck in a corner of an elevator that is not going up, neither down.

I am a petroleum well, that needs refinement before being useful.

I am on a road that is heading directly to Nowhere Land.

I can't say I am any different than what I already am.

There is just morning and evening and night.

There are people hitting strings that produce sounds.

There is someone who is constantly speaking in my head (it's been a while, hello again).

But there is nothing after all, and that alone is a good thing.