Everything was void, and the absence of light engulfed him as he traveled through an
abyss with no permeable end. He felt the room was deep, deep in the sense that if he walked for
ten miles he would touch no walls, hear no voices, and see no light. Even still, his journey began.
He sat forth in search to find a blemish, a chasm that he could relate to reality. Nevertheless,
faultless the surfaces of the uninhabited area remained. Weighed down by gravity and limited by
his lack of ability to take flight, he groveled on hand and knee. Hours like this went by without
thought. With no concept of date or hour, sleep did not seem imperative. Yet the need hit him
like the sun hits the horizon when it is the moon’s turn to shine. As his eyes sealed to slumber,
his mind began to race. The only differentiation he had between open and shut eyes were his
dreams of color that only danced behind closed lids.
Psychedelic swirls of color
Fill the vacant room
Floating on grey clouds
And silver crescent moons
All is void
Except for the colors of the infinite night
Forming shapes and phantom shadows
That can only be seen in the absence of light
The retro squirms of color
Take shape without reason or rhyme
Following with closed eyes
is a wondrous waste of time
In the act of focusing in
They slowly fade away
And only traces of the rainbow
Can be seen in the light of day
As he opened his eyes the colors came to an abrupt halt, and in an attempt to retain them,
he fastened his eyes. He sealed his eyes so tight that tears began pouring through. Oh how he
wished he could see the trail of water pouring to the ground. He could not. He could only feel.
And feel he did as he realized too late that that may very well be the last time he dances with that
sort of beauty ever again. The shadows of his new reality engulfed him once again as he
continued to painstakingly search for the cause of the indefinite night. The hope that he may one
day find a crevasse remained his sole beacon of light as he groped through the vacancy.
Chapter 2 coming January 5th ...
abyss with no permeable end. He felt the room was deep, deep in the sense that if he walked for
ten miles he would touch no walls, hear no voices, and see no light. Even still, his journey began.
He sat forth in search to find a blemish, a chasm that he could relate to reality. Nevertheless,
faultless the surfaces of the uninhabited area remained. Weighed down by gravity and limited by
his lack of ability to take flight, he groveled on hand and knee. Hours like this went by without
thought. With no concept of date or hour, sleep did not seem imperative. Yet the need hit him
like the sun hits the horizon when it is the moon’s turn to shine. As his eyes sealed to slumber,
his mind began to race. The only differentiation he had between open and shut eyes were his
dreams of color that only danced behind closed lids.
Psychedelic swirls of color
Fill the vacant room
Floating on grey clouds
And silver crescent moons
All is void
Except for the colors of the infinite night
Forming shapes and phantom shadows
That can only be seen in the absence of light
The retro squirms of color
Take shape without reason or rhyme
Following with closed eyes
is a wondrous waste of time
In the act of focusing in
They slowly fade away
And only traces of the rainbow
Can be seen in the light of day
As he opened his eyes the colors came to an abrupt halt, and in an attempt to retain them,
he fastened his eyes. He sealed his eyes so tight that tears began pouring through. Oh how he
wished he could see the trail of water pouring to the ground. He could not. He could only feel.
And feel he did as he realized too late that that may very well be the last time he dances with that
sort of beauty ever again. The shadows of his new reality engulfed him once again as he
continued to painstakingly search for the cause of the indefinite night. The hope that he may one
day find a crevasse remained his sole beacon of light as he groped through the vacancy.
Chapter 2 coming January 5th ...
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