Creative Writing

I rolled and the world turned 90 degrees. A massive pain in the head, behind the forehead, and my hand took it‘s place there without command. I instantly knew that inside there was me. The actual me. Not this cluster of matter I was trapped in. This kind-of-funny puppet. This amazing construct of thousands of gears and clockworks working in a perfect synch. Well, It could come in handy to explore the outside world. I looked around and saw a massive pool of colours and twisted shapes. My attention was eventually focused on four other animate objects, slowly wiggleing limbs around that I realized were identical to my own set of arms and legs. These were other bodies, like the one I commanded. Were they also operated by conciousness such as mine? I shrug this notion off. They were part of this outside world, how could they remotly resemble my inner universe? Foolish thought. But what drove them then? I had to find out. Suddently, I realised that I was overcomed by a desire, the first of many to come. The desire to explore, find out, push the boundaries, learn, and figure out the ways of this world. Were there limits to it? Were there any rules, that it followed? Or that myself, or rather my body, should follow? Who made it? When did it come into being? And then it struck me, this horrific crisis, also the first of many to come. When did I myself come into being? This inside conciousness? As i poundered on the inner side, the physical side followed by scraching my head. I thought, and then I thought...backwards. I could recollect the state of the world a few ticks ago, but I could recollect nothing before the entering of this world. Was I made along with it? Or more, was I just a part of it? I did not know. I realised that I knew nothing. And I felt that it had to change, as fast as possible. Every recollection where I was in the same state, unaltered, was a dread. But what shall I call this back and forth thinking? The past, was the name given to the remains of the...