At the cusp of my insanity I imagined myself careering to the eternal sun. As I approach it I gave my confession to myself - to the Devil that had become my entire being. Every single lie that I have told myself my entire life was let in shambles. I discarded my reins on hope, purpose and love. Stripped myself bare before the unending churning maelstrom of fire that grew ever closer before me. Never had I been more naked in my life - bare body, bare mind, bare soul. I wished for nothing more then than to burn. I thought perhaps that the purification of my every atom would see me renewed, see me whole again. The vacuum of the void and its deafening silence meant that the only place for my shattered being to go - aside toward the sun - was inward. I in essence imploded as I journeyed - collapsed in on myself like a moribund star. There was nothing left in my mind. There was nothing worth anything. Nothing to be done but to be consumed by the oldest and purest of universal processes. To die in the sun so to become something new once again.
M.M. — 18-Oct-2015
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