There is something here, some power. A power that, when felt, can diminish one's own strength, and perhaps it is happening somewhere. It feels heavy, like the darkness of night. But it’s still morning, isn't it? There is an infinite mystery here, or perhaps it is here. That power, that negative power—what is it? I am moving closer to it, and a dark red light is filling my eyes. It is coming towards me. Am I something else? Is this body mine, or was it just lent to me for a few years? It is very close now. There is a noise in my ears, the noise of silence.
is that what you call life?
or am i dying?
i guess i am
so why am i feeling no pain?
why am i crying in pain?
why is there so much noice of silence
Ah, now everywhere is quiet; I am peace. Now, I am that power.




© Saanvi shandilya