god
A cabin, dark and lonely
Fireflies silently flicker
Only alone without the presence of oneself
Seeing his eyes, cold, piercing, hollow
He breathes, but the air does not move
Walls are squeezing
Hands reach out , pulling me into darkness. A black so great that it is impossible to not see.
Tiny boxes, connected by cold hinges, infinite without ever existing.
Oh how colors dance, bodies defined not by shape, but light.
Reaching far beyond the world, tugging the strings of reality.