Along the line of darkness

Along the line of darkness

into the unknown

I’m wondering
I’m wandering
an invisible path
Born without
Lost in a world that is inherently lost.
All its purpose and goal,
Artificial.

I’m now/here.
Unfolding into nothing, into transience.
Into a void that is swallowing me, it’s swallowing everything around me.
I’m dying, but I’m not.
You’re dying, but you’re not.
Not even is there truth within. It’s the unknown.

Don’t try to see me, there is nothing to see, my images are blurring, old memories are blurring. Their beautiful as terrifying shadows are briefly shining up before they drown and transcend into the vast empty space.

Made for oblivion, a short flash of light, not leaving any trace, neither from an imaginary past nor into an imaginary future.
Just this is it.
There was nothing before, and there’s nothing to come after. It’s all made up, the amazing brain. Creating, altering and shifting illusion from one reality into the next one.

And that’s where you will find me: inside your imagination, a creature of your mind. We’re not separated, and we’re not close. We will never meet each other. There is no other. We are not one and there are no two.

Whatever you think about me it is merely you thinking, but you are not, as I am not.

We apparently exist as from each other separated ideas, as far as reality reaches, realized through a wired, vibrant network of neurons. You and I will never touch the very ground, the very height, the very depth, the very edge of reality. We will never reach its end, and never did it start.

Try to leave your mind behind and you will stop existing.
The world as you know it will cease to exist.

A world, like a spark.