9 August 2012
Wasted. An empty void.
Everything just white.
Vast. All encompassing.
No boundaries, no height....
Here I stand, Blank, alone but strangely calm.
Empty. Lonely. But, eerily serene.
I think this is the place of which I have often dreamt.
A recurring theme....
Not a whisper of breath here does blow.
All, just white.
Still.
No above, no below.
Nothingness I did invent.
Maybe it is the place I need to go to be 'reset'?
Calm, Empty, Alone, To begin again.
All White • Opuss № I