I feel....Love.
Pure,warm, close… Contentment.
I can feel her soft warm flesh on my body. She lives within my embrace, breathing.
Every inch of her skin... touches me. Her hair, wraps around my face.
I breath with her.
I love her...
I can sleep.
But where am I when I awake?
Traveling, far out in space. Encapsulated in a tiny black ball. Wrapped in miles and endless miles of….nothing. Am I traveling again? Traveling….
Traveling. Alone. Completely alone. Wrapped in a ball, traveling on an endless journey. Perfect, utter, isolation. Again I am here. Perfect, perfect emptiness all around me. Pure…..nothingness. Nothingness. Space, dead planets, moons, rock, canyons. Traveling in circles around the universe. I am a lone man, traveling forever, never to encounter a living soul. Dead to all life.
Crossing once again the dark side of the moon, once again in the endless procession. It is a hollow journey, that stretches out to infinity. But, Ah!! Now that I am here, I remember! I remember that I have seen the sun. How enormous and beautiful it was. How full of heat, life, energy! A giant, fluid, smoldering ball of life! Pure, and elemental. And incredible. So incredible. So great! I saw its pure energy! Beautiful. Mysterious. Alive. So wonderful. Beautiful beyond measure. Beyond measure! And full.
There is nothing on the dark side of the moon. Flat. Shadowy. Lifeless. Dead. A long dark arc stretches before me, that will take a millennium to traverse, to come out on the other side….to nothing. Below me is the desert. A vast grey wilderness of rock and dust. A wasteland. I peer down from my black ball onto it. Miles and miles of nothingness.
I have been journeying, journeying. There is something walking in it. Walking, staggering through the desert. Closer, closer I get to it. I must see what walks in the desert. It is a dust cloud. Pillar of fire. Tall, writhing. Tortuously writhing. And staggering, slowly, forever on. Resolute. Dead to all impression. Oblivious to everything. Staggering on it’s own endless journey. Lost. Dust in the desert. A perfect pillar of fire.
I see it.
