Blackout. [COMPLETED]

The Beginning of the End.

In the darkness, I could feel. I could feel them playing about with my skull, and it tickled. I could feel myself being pulled deeper into unconciousness. I could feel the anesthetic pumping through my veins like water in a stream.

And I could feel myself being lifted from the merry-go-round.

I could almost see it beneath me, the maze which we're all trapped in. The fairground ride that we're all stuck on. I was taken from the ride when it hadn't even stopped, and I was away.

I was free.

I could feel it.

The darkness was thick, it had a consistency. It was like a mousse. It held you in place like a blanket. I felt like I was falling and the badness couldn't travel fast enough and hung above me like a dark cloud that never had enough water to rain, that just slowly disappeared into the darkness.

I knew this would not be the darkness to hurt me. 

I knew this would not be the darkness that took my memories from me. 

I knew this would be the darkness to heal me.

I could feel the universe around me, touching me at every point on my body. The air around me was the universe holding its breath, watching me, waiting for me.

A weight rose up in my chest until it was almost painful, and then it disappeared. Completely.

I felt hollow, an empty shell, but it was magical. It was wonderful. I could fly farther and dream bigger.

And I felt no guilt, nor pain, nor worry.

I could feel tears on my cheeks and I could hear myself sobbing, but I didn't know why. It wasn't sadness, it was relief. It was freedom.  

There was colour all around me, colours I'd never seen before.

I was finally able to open my eyes, see past the foreground, the middleground, and look at the background. See what happens when we aren't looking.

I saw everything, and I understood it all. I saw my past and my future, and I remembered. I remembered everything I'd once forgotten.

I felt excitement. I knew that this, one day, would happen to everybody. We would all at some point feel this sense of relief and joy that we all crave for. We all want acceptance, but it's accepting ourselves that we don't realise that we need. 

And as I was pulled from the merry-go-round I wasn't afraid of death, nor life. Death is an adventure and life is just the stop for gas on the way to something better.

I knew I hadn't died as I was placed firmly back on my feet beside the merry-go-round, and I watched as the ride turned without a single person on a single seat and I knew, at last, that it was going to be okay.

Everything will be okay.

For everybody. 

The End.