Drifting Shell

Somewhere I found myself, looking around couldn't see a thing. It's not dark but it's very undefined. Shapes seem to have no outline, masses seem to have no shadow. It's a different world in here. No one can tell North from South in here. Actually there is no one here but me. Sounds like the sea. Sleeping so peacefully and turning around as the currents move her. I can feel the shaking and rumbling. I hold on tight to where I stand. Keeping my balance. For all my life is in a tiny sea shell in the bottom of that huge ocean.