Bliss - by James Wallace
A blackness seeps in and fills the room. The space seems to expand as the walls disappear out of sight. There is not a whisper in the growing room. The darkness grows deeper a void seems to loom. If we all walk now, will we go where there were walls, will we walk forever in this darkness?
No one moves. No one dares. For while we knew there was a floor below, now we don’t know, we can’t see beyond our skulls, there could be anything, nothing, everything. Was this a strange kind of light that humans cannot see, was the sun really blazing and blotting out the light we normally see. Black light to bathe in, basking in the daynight.
We stretched our necks up, tried to feel the light on our skin, but all we could feel were thoughts trapped within. I felt my heart beat, flutter and thump. I felt each thought course through my head, igniting regions, sparking blue lightning through the clouds of my brain.
Ideas precipitate inside my skull. Thoughts rain down and soak me through. I feel myself drowning in the thoughts of death. The blackness inspires me to feel mortality encroach. But once I am washed, soaked through and through a pain in my gut causes a change. All these thoughts and ideas run out through a hole in my side. But the rain keeps coming and fills me again. But this time it fills me with glee. Not pain and fear, glee, I feel free. My body is elevated, all my senses engorged. I grow in stature within and without. I fill the space I cannot see, I become all encompassing, I am all, I am the universe, the world. Sparks ripple across my brain and rain down through my body. My soul swirls through the ether within. The world becomes smoke, and at last I can see; all corners of the universe, lit by me.
My ideas spark and crackle across the whole space. I breathe in stardust released by my brain. I am dust, I breathe and live dust. The world and I entwine as one and all the world is peace except for the light, which shines from each thought, each feeling idea.
I am bliss