I woke up one morning and was welcomed by the dark that enveloped me.
Introducing me to their void of abstract reality. Where I was no longer myself. I was hovering in this abyss. Timeless moments went by and, I was It. A simulacrum. My thoughts belonged to others. Nothing was me. Hands searching a mind for thoughts to own a motif and it was crying but it was me but not It observed how the tears fell up to the colorless nothing splashing on a ceiling that was not there
sudden and slow movements of it silhouettes of moving pictures
I was a camera viewing everything as one Staring into my body my soul it the scattered thoughts the abyss darkness