"And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back."

Save Me

It's as if every single light has been dimmed and every candle blown out. Like a wave of guilt, horror, self hatred, and an unbearable sadness crashes over your vulnerable mind and heart; when all you are able to inhale is pain. It's when you feel as if this labyrinth is infinite and any hope that you have ever claimed as your own slowly burns and disintegrates. It's when you close your eyes and imagine various ways you can put an end to it all. When you "fantasize about your own demise" and form different cynical plans inside your head. Its when the voices rise and scream their slanderous words until they become your truth. Its when you feel the darkness engulfing you and gripping you firmly at your throat. Its when the cold settles deep into your bones and misery into your brain. When all you can do is wait and keep repeating to yourself, "This too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass."

Silence

I hear the silence singing, from each corner of the world, to each corner of my mind.

The silence of our creator, watching solemnly from the heavens.

The silence of our leaders, allowing mischief to unfold.

The silence of our companions, searching through their own souls.

The silence of our guardians, expecting us to discover our own paths.

The silence of our minds, swimming in thoughts that our hearts can not seem to unravel.

The song of silence is a marvelous tune.

An unraveling melody incorporating each sense in it’s universal symphony.

Each listener of this mysterious ballad holds onto a different element of its wonder.

Silence creates discomfort amongst it’s partakers.

We have yet to understand the potency of silence.

We have yet to grasp the importance of silence.

Words will spin and gyrate endlessly, but silence remains still.

Silence is wise, silence is precious.

Attend to the silence and claim it as your own.

For the song of silence is one that will forever be sung.

Based on Walt Whitman's "I Hear America Singing"

I have come to the conclusion that I am not feeling sad, rather sadness is innate to my being.