Thousands of stars circling from the center to the rim of the sky, and from the periphery to the center, and spinning in a vortex of rainbow lights, holy circles showing a wheeling and whirling of refreshing eternal showers of flickering exploding lights in the infinity of nothingness inside my nimble heart.
I, surrounded by the stillness of silence and the breath of darkness, tossed into the void, unable to distinguish the upside from the down, entirely immersed and embraced by the inscrutable currents. A dark cloud upon me shuttering my drowning thoughts or is it instead water pulling me down? Surfacing from the light within to the light without, emerging from the abyss of darkness. An indifferent coldness from the void slowly sipping in, frosting my sombrous heart. Surfacing.
A hive of bees swarming inside my lungs, a mass of cilia and vibrations, swelling, piercing, forcing a way out. I keep my mouth shut, I struggle to push them down. Surfacing. My tongue pricked by thorns of roses spitting bees on darkness’ face. Surfacing. The wind blowing loose inside me, and I rising in the tide of darkness toward the sky, shivering eyes wide open as the first barren beam of light at dawn creeps slowly toward me. Surfacing. Dawn remains motionless for a time, foggy, distant, ungraspable, unreal. Surfacing. The breeze inside me bursts violently into a gusty wind, and my head shatters the intangible vault between darkness and light. Surfacing.
As lightning breaks out from a cloud of night, the sun’s brightness pierces my naked eyes and stares at the face of my lily-frail soul, mercifully reflecting back a pale reddish sickened moonbeam, entangling the moon into a spidery web of lights. The stunned, marveling soul trapped by these shining glowing beams of light, pulling, contracting, spinning, sinking. And then, once more the soul slowly rising, dancing, weeping, and moaning, not being conquered yet, seeking the motherly embrace of impending clouds of darkness. And as soon as the unexpectant eyes blink, the soul in a silent cry is freed and slips down a vertiginous slope toward the deep abyss, blending with a silent and blind unconsciousness.
The insurmountable wall of silence accompanying me shutters mercilessly as thundering voices abruptly reecho in my mind. Air rushes into my lungs and I spit streams of bees, soaring out of my mouth into the air like a bizarre sprinkling water fountain.
I open my eyes and I see two black daisies floating in a bright pond of light, hovering over me. I blink and I make out your black eyes filled with an infinite immaculate tenderness. I blink and I see your petrified black eyes behind the terrifying mask of darkness. A veil of despair engulfs my mind, as the two black daisies crash into my doleful eyes, plunging down toward the abyss of my unconsciousness.