Vaile*
Bluelighter
Some three weeks ago, I ran away from the abyss that was forming infront of my eyes. There was no light; the stars were waxing underneath a sea of oil and water. I found myself inside, relieved to see light emanating from a box; pixelized, but not incomprehensible. The music started, and so did I :
A state of total empathy. It’s not bliss. An overwhelming urge to stare into that part of your soul marked void. I’ve never known a state of sadness as pure as the humming of violin strings. I’m not even sure if humming is a way to describe it. It’s an acceptance of a sort, that you can step back into the eyes of an entity that can deal death and loss, and just ACCEPT. Acceptance; and complete and total understanding that this point in time, is part of it all. It’s entirety. A field of a proportion I can’t begin to imagine nor one with boundaries. One that I wouldn’t be able to fence in, as a part of that comprehensible sphere my head resides in.
It’s chipping away at it. A small soul with a chisel, breaking away minute parts of my brain. It’s not a brain, it’s a fucking soul. I can throw it all waya. This physical thing I’m in at the moment. I have to get it down before the music stops. I ca n’t deal
I woke with considerable shock.
The path twisted.
And I am changed.
