A void of black is like a plague, creeping, peering into your mind. Inside that black lies fear. And the fear of unknowing is worst of all. transported to a place unknown. To be thrown into a situation unpracticed, unplanned. Like a rocket taking off my mind is exploding. The creeping and peering is finally here. The people all stare as I step into madness. The shots round ring as I break through the final plane. To nothing. To my mind. To that final place of black. People are staring, and I am screaming. I am freaking, I am tweaking. I am shriveled against the wall. Tightly wrapped, chin tucked. Rocking in a ball. Eyes closed inside all I see is black. My skin crawls like an addicts last breath. Up here I feel so close to death. Open and I see all the people  gone. All in my head they now reside. I've realized now I'm cold inside.  I take one more look outside that glass. I see the stars and planets pass. I realize now there's no return. My rocket now has seemed to burn. I realize now there is no trip back. I close my eyes one final time and now that fear it has arrived. For years and years I've feared this day. And now I have one thing to say. Calm