Everything is constantly moving. Motion. Sound. Light. All intricately weaving around one another. Creating beautiful memories and chaotic futures. Occasionally it all stops. If only for a breif moment. It is this moment in which we can see the world for what it is. Like an intake of breath. Showing us perfectly the events to come. And then they do. The silence shatters and reality falls into a montage of horror and macabre. All senses muted and amplified simultaneously. Extremes of emotions entangle and consume. It's suffocating; crushing.
It's in these moments we fight. Desperately searching for a way out. A way back to "normal". Sometimes we succeed. Other times we dive further into the insanity. Thrashing around loosing our grip on our understanding of where we're trying to be. The pool is endless, void of light or comfort. It is here that we lay abandoned. Inhaling the inky disease that is our own mind. Letting the contagion take over. Everything is filled here. Motion slows. Lights dim. Sound mellows. A surreal universes all unto your own. Some may try and enter, but they too delve into the deep. The sticky darkness is contagious. Don't be mistaken; you are alone. Truely. Free from responsibility. No one to care about. Nothing matters.
A ball rolls down into the deep. Sound slaps agaisnt you: carrying, throwing, hurting. Hues burst from here and then. What is and isn't grabs hold, tearing your flesh. Releasing the disease. A new swarm of when and now floods your veins. The blurs turn solid, sharper then before. Noise stabilizes into constant fluids. Neutral shades mutate into cool and warm. Everything is cinstantly moving.
