Void

How long does it take for the dreamer to realize that the dream can never be? My life spins in an endless void, going deeper downward into an unknown world.  What can I do to stop this paradox that I’m force to dance with? There is nothing here to see, nothing here to hear, nothing here to grasp. Falling downward, when will it end? My mind is buzzing with insane tired thoughts, making me want to close my eyes and sleep by-and-by.

Wake me when this torment ends, wake me and tell me I’m still alive. The endless sleep is here, pulling into the ethereal void. Where is the light that is bound to those whose soul seeks to find escape? No one can hear me in this place, I can only beg for someone to save me. I know I’ve been here before, the place so endless and constant, tormenting the mind through this bottomless pit.

The fathomless agony that hounds those who venture through, oft lose their memories by casting them from their ingenious minds; discarding them aside for renewed memories of a new life. It is uncommon that these memories stay in the minds of those being reborn
Darkness has always been there, an old friend who embraces you all the time. It’ll never leave you and ushers you into many things.  When you fall, the void never stops. The life you once lived it being swept away and a new being forged before you, the memories you once held dear slip away in colorful displays while the voices within start to wane. Grasp your memories before that disappear, if they slip between your fingers, then you’ll have shattered memories.

Echoes reverberate around me, voices of those I once knew and those I will come to know. How long must this bottomless pit continue? How much longer till the staff of light pulls me from this? Someone is out there, so much history has been written by me, pasts that are sounding so bold. Lives I lived with great venture and honor.

But I can still hear them, the voices calling me to return, to give them light and guidance, to show the strength of what I am. For not many of us are left now, hunted and forgotten…

Freedom of this place has always been rewarding, being able to see the color and life is impressive from the viewpoint of a life reborn. No one should endure the endless void, but it seems only few of us are able to make it there, into the ethereal dream.

Memories appear around and others just fade, fade from the mind only to be swept away from the fall. The orbs of those memories are the only light you’ll see in this place, as your life is being forged from the fires inside your being.

There below, coming closer, is a spectrum of aurora that one passes through to regain their life. The swiftness in passing varies, but the feeling you get is that of slithering chills like vipers that flow through your body.

The sound of water fills your ears, dripping endlessly downward till you believe you hear the end. Do not believe in these sounds, they are the blood rushing through your veins, the life restoring you from this dream.

Slowly do you feel yourself slowly upright, gliding downward to land on your feet, even if you see nothing below you.  Be of strong faith and know that there is ground, deepening whispers echo in your ears and mind, a chanting that devours you.

‘If I should die…’ echoes in your ears, sounding the rippling of the ground, beings begin to form from each ripple, a faceless crowd. For the dream become monochrome, surrounded by this faceless crowd. Watching you as you stand there among them, the only being here that stole something precious. When they begin to move in does the static within your mind rush through you, voices of the past haunting you and only one standing clear, constantly repeating ‘If I should die…’.

You scream to wake up, but in this place of black and white, only the dead can hear and see you. Trapped in this void, screaming to wake up as your mind is washed with those voices, and then it all stops.  ‘I’m always watching you…’ is whispered into your right ear, ‘Always watching you…’ is in your left. Who is watching you is beyond all thinking, the voice could belong to anyone you once knew or that of the creator.

Darkness descends around, the veil encasing everything once more but only now you see the glory of the universe. Stars shimmering and colors all bright, for once you lose yourself in the moment of sanity but you have no idea how much the world is spinning inside your mind. Screaming and crying, burning deep inside.

‘Let me out!’ erupts from deep inside you, the grasp of this reality releases. The grasp it once held onto your feet was gone, sending you falling, casting you into the dream once again but this time, you will awaken where it proclaims it, do not weep, for it is always there watching you.