I ran for life…from nothing. I felt such a great presence. How gruesome nothingness can be…yet, so enticing. I will try to continue to run from my terrors but I will not escape. Maybe one day I will walk into the night and never come back. Lost in the solitude of dark forever. Alone I am chilled to the bone. Yet to be accompanied seems a nightmare. The birds have only just woken up. They hurt my ears and send the chill of reality down my spine.
No wind, no breeze to disturb me. What once filled me with dread, now from dark turns to light. I ran from it in fear, yet now I am soothed by it’s presence. Time is a wonderful thing. The passing of night to day: dangerously kind.
I am free. The soft, sharp air chokes me. I am sick to the stomach. I am momentarily unbound of burden. Those asleep are not of concern to me. They are unaware of the horrifying beauty they waste. Now I know the reason for the lack of good literature, of good music, taste and general goodness in the world. We are all in slumber when it is to be conceived. Why would anyone sleep at such a time? Kept in reserve from such amazing silence and stillness. I no longer have respect for those other than the restless and somnambulists.