Being gone isn't at all the way you'd expect it to be.
I mean, when people think "gone", they think nothingness.
Some fear it.
Some see it as a sweet relief,
A pliable dark numbness.
But it's not that way, at least not for me.

You see, when the world has faded away,
And everything in it is ghostly and already seeping from your mind,
There is a strange feeling that comes over you.
A knowledge.
You have no mind, anymore. No body, either.
No heart to ache,
No voice to speak with,
No fingertips to feel with.
You'd think that that would be utterly terrifying. And I suppose it is, at first.
Until you realize that you also have no limits.

It is just your essence, all around you, and imagination takes hold.
I firmly believe that you need no mind to imagine-
It is in the soul, not the body.
Things stay with you, memories that have etched themselves into what you are.
These are not in the mind either,
They never were.
At first, when you've realized all this, and it's only just sunk in,
There is only darkness, and you wonder if it will ever be different.
Eventually, you aren't afraid of the possibility that it won't, but you can't quite grasp why.
That's when things start to change:
Nothing can ever stay the same once you are comfortable with it.
The darkness seeps away, and something starts to form.
A light, a luminescence...

And just as you end,
You begin all over again.