It's so dark.
I can't see anything.
The silence is deafening.
It swallows everything.
I'm being pushed around,
shoved.
My world is spinning.
Life is bland.
Dull.
There is nothing.
There is no light.
There is no sound.
No tastes, no smells.
Only journeys to nowhere,
directed by people
we don't really know.
Is this how it is?
Is this what it's like
to feel
alone?
Maybe,
just maybe,
something will happen.
The contours might form,
the colours spilling across
my face.
A sound emerges,
a dream of a road to somewhere
is envisioned.
A step is taken.
Maybe we all just want to emerge
from the darkness
into the light.
Maybe, like a polaroid,
we have to experience
the darkness
in order to love
the light.
