BRAIN dead

2. The Void

I was free now! Free from the dark room. But now I found myself in a place where nothing truly existed. The expanse of the wide space provided no direction. I never knew what was up not down, left or right. I was just there. Existing in the nothingness of a timeless place.

Was the Unseen One doing this? Was it the one they called God, responsible? Or was it that this reality was a reflection of who I am as a person? This dark space was the type of pure void that speaks of new beginnings or showed one's inner destruction. I wonder what is it I was supposed to learn. It seemed pointless in trying to navigate the space, there was nowhere to go. I screamed into the void, hoping to be heard by someone, anyone but the sound seem to travel far away and then came back to me. That was strange! 

The most excruciating pain flashed across my head and I fell to my knees with a scream of pure agony. Memories of my painting tore from me in fast forwards with a timeline of childhood to adulthood. When the canvas became my world as the paintbrush and paint brought my imagination to life, it was a true masterpiece on the easel of the creator. The vivid colors seemed unreal as I stared in front of me, looking at the world at my brush tips. I saw it all, from behind my eyelids. I reached for it! Felt it! Touched it! It slowly was fading and I dropped my hands to my sides, waiting for it to fade to black and arise anew. It was the void where the curtains closed on the world which had to be my mind. It was a little piece of me but it was more than when I started. While others lived in the world of color, I was trapped in the world of nothingness. Others got to witness the rebirth of the lands as the sunlight basked its golden glory upon its subjects. I briefly saw that world. Through my art paintings, with their shades of high-definition crafts.

As the blackness fully came, I calmly felt myself being eased into a slight peace for with its disappearance came the relief from the pain. My eyes were wide open, seeing nothing, of course, the only evidence of my existence is the steady thump of my heart, the freshness of air in my lungs, and the pain I felt earlier. But this could not be it! No...