A World Void of Meaning

Back in this lonely world I continuously wander since last night I could not find my way back home. The scene I see got old a long time ago.

I walk thinking about each step I take. It's like the worlds moving and not me. It's a weird feeling then all of a sudden I hear a clunk noise from beneath my feet as if I kicked something. I look down and at my feet is an old beaten up bicycle. I stand it up and hop on. Riding it is a different experience, a welcomed one at that from walking for hours. With this I thought be able to find my way home quicker.

Riding and riding I find it's still like being on a treadmill, the world moving not me. Something beneath the tries of my bike and I go flying. I land and my poorly crafted hand breaks but I don't feel any pain. Guess that's one good thing about having be stuck in the world. I look back to find out what was the cause of my launch and I find it to be a type of metal in the shape of a bowl. I decide it might be handy for something and I hang it off the left handlebar of the old bike. I decide to walk the rest of the way to avoid anymore surprise launches