Like a puddle of conciseness I gazed within, I saw something, not of reality, was this a nightmare in a teacup of reflections? But as it evaporated I saw that wondering gaze among the blind effigies that looked into nothingness.
I wondered my view upon the multitudes of shaded white, what I hadn't seen as my overlook of what was inner most close to my perceiving. Then I saw it, how did I not envision this before? Was my gaze swollen with the shallow husks of those clambering around me. Like an afterimage fleeting.
It was as if it was jumping in shallow puddles, for just a time not to make waves in a sea of nothingness. For even the slightest motions collected on the shores of others perceiving. I was in a chess match, in a board of rookies.. Where those before me once me? I collected myself.
"Was I a pawn or another player in a field of knights who had fallen,
I was weaving like spider silk, afterimages of where I had once been. I had become accustom to the intricate notions of what could and could not be grasped upon. The blank ones even though of momentary emotions, when it or they perjured upon them.
Then I noticed, they became more than just chandeliers of static light. Emotions were collecting in the corners of what were vacant sockets of vision. I was no longer alone in this place of shaded memories. Knowing that they were not of the purring kitten collections, more of the great white playing in a kinder garden of seals.
I watched as they consumed each pool, that which was vacant now fell dissolving into tears of memories fading beyond there contemplation. But as each painting of memories was dissolved they were smirking as if they or it knew I was watching the destruction of their actions.
Knowing what I had seen, I was the knight on a field of pawns. They were innocence in playground of land mines. Each step was unconditionally their continuation or the inevitable disillusion to extinction. My morals were as in life as in death, never to let harm befall those of needing.