It’s very dark, you cannot see, although your eyes are wide open.
Some sublime terror is surrounding you.
It’s the terror of death, your annihilation, the annihilation of everyone and everything that ever meant something to you. The stories that wrote your life, your past. The mirrors that reflected love, and you sometimes have chased this reflection through a mirror’s labyrinth. Your dreams, still unfulfilled, still longing. Your future. Never happening.
It’s dark here and in this darkness, all gets swallowed. You feel like something is eating you alive, slowly, every bit of you digesting and turning into grind. You feel the anguish of your destroyed visions, your future being absorbed into nothingness. You feel the torment of your loved ones being annihilated forever. You feel the terror of your whole existence, your identity, your affiliation, all that became familiar to you…vanishing into a terrifying void in which eyes cannot see, tongues cannot speak, ears cannot hear, hands cannot touch, feet cannot run. And your name will turn into oblivion, unrecognized, meaningless, unknown.
While you fight futilely for your life it dawns on you that there’s no way to survive, no escape. You will die. The darkness has entirely surrounded you, cocooned you, with you in sheer terror as everything will be taken away from you what life has lent you, that you held dearly. There’s excruciating abandonment, unfathomable aloneness swallowing you alive. And while you get slowly devoured by the darkness your resistance declines. Your bones are broken, your insides out, your heart was torn apart, your former shape turned into undefinable goo.
There’s nothing to give, nothing to take anymore. Nothing to say, no one to listen, to do. It seems like the end, and all ideas about the beginning have died. All is dying. You belong nowhere anymore.
A whisper, from somewhere in your last defying remains
Jump
