Mags
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Can you recall the feeling of wind in your hair or grass beneath your feet? I can’t. Can you recall the smell of fresh rain or cold weather? I can’t. Can you recall that perfect blue of a summer’s day or the deeper blue of a calm ocean? The sound of birds in the morning or wolves at night? These and more memories escape me. Sensations that I once took for granted I long to remember for they are gone from me forever. I am numb, blind, and deaf and there is nothing but the darkness, the never-ending darkness. I am staring into an endless abyss and it is devouring my very being. I once stood in the light; I knew sounds, colors, shapes, and feelings. All that has changed. I have been pulled from the light, through shades of gray and now into complete darkness. I struggle to resist the draw deeper into the abyss which I know face. I used to think that there was nothing beyond the darkness. But I have since learned.
A blind man can still feel, a deaf man can still see, a numb man can still hear. A man who is blind, deaf, and numb can still think and remember things he once has seen, heard, and felt. In the darkness I still had my memories. Now as those too depart me as my efforts to resist are in vain. Beyond the darkness there is Emptiness. There is Nothing. Memories gone. Thought gone. Left in a perpetual state of nothingness. That is the abyss. Nothing can exist there. It is a living thing, a thing that hungers for existence and yet itself cannot allow it. It pulls and pulls and pulls, attempting to fill itself with existing things to bring it from Nothing to Something. And as its nature is that of Nothing, it will ever hunger still. It fills me, consumes me. I have become it, and it has become me. Oh how it hungers...
A blind man can still feel, a deaf man can still see, a numb man can still hear. A man who is blind, deaf, and numb can still think and remember things he once has seen, heard, and felt. In the darkness I still had my memories. Now as those too depart me as my efforts to resist are in vain. Beyond the darkness there is Emptiness. There is Nothing. Memories gone. Thought gone. Left in a perpetual state of nothingness. That is the abyss. Nothing can exist there. It is a living thing, a thing that hungers for existence and yet itself cannot allow it. It pulls and pulls and pulls, attempting to fill itself with existing things to bring it from Nothing to Something. And as its nature is that of Nothing, it will ever hunger still. It fills me, consumes me. I have become it, and it has become me. Oh how it hungers...