Have You Ever Seen the Sun Rise at Midnight?

Abyss

      When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stared back into you, people always warned.

        But it was odd, you decided, you had been staring into the abyss for quite some time now and you didn't feel all that different.  If anything... you felt comforted.

        It seemed to understand.

        All those long, sleepless nights.

        The crushing feeling of desperation which crippled your actions and stole your voice.

       The countless tears you had shed for no reason.

       And all the tears you could not bear to shed for that would mean the pain would be all too real.

        It's bony, wrinkled hand reached out, and you knew, you felt, that somewhere deep inside of the void a single, waiting eye had opened, regarding you now like it hadn't ever before.

        You really had been standing there for awhile, you decided.

       You reached out in turn.

       Your quivering hand inching ever closer to where it's own waited.

        You didn't know if it had always known that you would accept, or if it was simply, patiently, waiting, almost apathetically? for you to come to terms and accept it.  As if it would remain there, waiting, for eternity if need be, or maybe until you fully rejected it.

        You knew from the second that hand reached out, that you would not do so. Nor would it be waiting for too long.

        Your hand grasped it, tentatively at first. It was strange, neither warm nor cold, just... there. It was present, you decided. Present like nothing else in your life ever managed to be.  Solid yet still soft. It's grasp tightened, gently, and yours did as well in response.

         It drew you closer and closer, leading you gently by your hand as if you were a dancer from older times being led to the the dance floor.

         All too soon your foot reached the end, the abyss spread out there before you, just at the end of your bare toes. It was now or never, if you were going to pull away and return. But you knew it was already too late for you to return to all of that even if you chose to. A part of you wondered if the abyss would even allow it. Allow you to flee now, after you had accepted, that was. A part of you knew it would. The abyss was patient, it knew you too well by now. A part of you hoped and feared it wouldn't. Your heart was racing, but you were calm.

        It pulled you in, bringing you closer, not so feather light of a lead now as it had been before.

        You accepted it.

        You did not fear it.

       It would not hurt you. 

        You stepped inside of the abyss, somehow still whole. It was all around you. Present. There.  Noticeably so.  Almost intrusively so.  Definitely overwhelmingly so. It pressed tight around your sides, drifting across your feet, weaving through your hair, brushing through your fingers.

         You closed your eyes in acceptance, wondering why everybody feared it so.

An: I do not know what it is that I have just created. I don't know though, kind of like it.

Anyway, I need to go back through one of my longer stories and take notes before I continue writing to carry though the little details and I'm procrastinating.

-T.A.L.A.