As I sat down and gazed upon this empty field of nothingness,
I felt a strange warmth. I can't quite describe it.
But it's been calling to me ever since
to follow,
to listen,
to let myself drift like ether into the dark.

Only the rays of our great bringer of life can cast light upon that void.
I long to feel that warmth again,
to breathe the scent of wildflowers,
to see blades of grass waltz in the wind,
to hear my name being spoken
by her calm, resonating voice.

To look into her eyes
and let every burden fall away
as if she were the sworn enemy of the void itself.

I keep reaching
for that same feeling,
the moment when flesh and spirit converge,
where stars echo every wish I've ever whispered,
where hope, love, and peace
still wander this fractured world.

They say they'd give anything for such beauty,
yet so often stray from its path.
For humanity is mercurial
and still
the most breathtaking force I’ve ever known.

I never truly believed in a creator
until now.
Perplexed by these thoughts
yet I embrace them
even the broken ones.
I am far from perfect. This I know.
But I refuse to dwell in the realm of "what if."
I move forward
even as the path twists and falters
and I am at peace.

When my time comes to leave this world
I will leave behind

my spirit

to guide you...

forever...