This is about the time I passed out. Nothing spectacular.
Hang on
Take hold of something nearby
Or you'll forget everything in the blink of an eye
Maybe even the fogged mind forgets to hold tight
As you float around in the black abyss
Black than black
Quieter than silence
There are no pins to be heard dropped
No room to think
The black smothers you
It feels eternal
Perpetual
You have no knowledge of the words above
Or even the English language
Or even the meaning of text
You just know one thing
You are.
What?
What are you?
You are.
There is no such thing as color
No such thing as individuality
No one exists
You don't exist
You simply are.
You have simple thoughts
If even that
Black
Empty
Alone
Floating
Gone
Away
Sleep?
No
Wake up
She called your name
You won't know how many times
Is this what the end is like?
Nothing but an eternal, endless pitch blackness?
It feels so inviting
Like a vivid dream with no sound, no smell, no taste, no emotions, no thought process
Only the simple knowledge of what is and isn't with you
No memory of what was
No knowledge with you
No emotions
No feeling
Who cares
There's no one to care
Just a blissful conscience in the great abyss
In the Bible
It mentions a great gulf
Fixed
Between Heaven and Hades
Perhaps
I visited the Gulf
The suspension
The feeling of all of my burdens
Trivial things that don't make sense
That are above me
I don't understand it
But it was lifted off my shoulders
And I felt weightless
I felt blissful
Maybe the concept of the Gulf is too much
For my easygoing, finite being to tackle
As existing
But for now
I feel reassurance
In the fact that
No matter how good it felt
And no matter how much I wanted to stay
I came back
My soul felt like it left
My body just a hiding spot
A temporary vessel
Like a splash
My wandering mind was pulled back in
And I came to
I felt all of my burdens gone
I saw the blood splattered across my face in the mirror
And didn't feel it
Voices didn't register
I almost didn't recognize the surroundings I'd seen all my life
I woke up
