As I closed my eyes to oblivion a gloomy voice called out, asking for help. I found myself too weak to respond, I was lying in a pit full of rotten filth, a chamber of stinking mess.
The voice called again. I couldn’t make out what it said. It was a wail, for sure. Someone needed help.
“Anyone there?” the sound echoed in the deafening silences of this nothingness.
“Save me!” now words were heard.
I moved my hhead to look around but I couldn’t move. Or maybe I was moving, but in this realm of nothingness dimensions made no sense, I was lost.
I could hear more voices now.
“I love you….”,”….life means nothing…..”,”……you’re my everything…….”
And then like a thunderbolt, reality struck me, the darkness that defined everything vanished, everything seemed to make sense now.
I was lying in the grave of my own reveries of last spring, of a love that was brutally murdered deep withing my heart. All the promises she made, all the moments I spent with her, all the memories about her were reeking in this shell of permanent paralysis. I was crippled by my own state of mind.
Solitude was my only friend , I sought no other companionship. All I sought being free from all tyranny, embracing the perpetual bliss of loneliness.
