weaving through the abyss I find myself captured inside
only knowing where I am by the feel of the wall I’m pressed against. The
never ending darkness all around me, as if I were alone inside of it.
dreadfully believing that it is I who am wanting to fear so I do. Sadly there is no
enlightenment just the dark land full of questions.Noises from all around start to
resonate with me and I fear what it could be that lurks in the darkness.
lonely I continue to wander till I find myself beginning to close in.
all of the walls begin to compress as I feel in the dark. I crouch down to continue forward fearful of never finding a way out the reverse direction I find myself on, then suddenly
down the hole I go only ending up in a small room, with a glass table and a jar labeled “drink me”