I follow my conscious mind
into the vast unknown.
Down the creaky, wooden steps,
I enter darkness.

The cellar door latches behind me,
throwing me further into the abyss.
I walk, running my hand against the wall.
The cool, damp cement calms my fear.

As I pursue the nothing,
the air grows thick and musty
like topsoil and fresh rain.
Visions of April downpours
cloud my thoughts.

One by one, I carefully step.
Testing the hard floor with each forward venture,
waiting for it to cease in its existence
and for me to slip further into the puzzle.

The perpetual blackness ushers me on,
until splinters of groaning wood meet my hand.
Groping my way up a new staircase,
I embark into what is hopefully
light.