Once you reach a certain point it feels futile to turn back, doesn't it?
Blackness stretching out in every direction.
One way to travel. Two options to choose from.
Energy leaking through the hairline cracks - offering a tempting - an alluring glimpse of another world.
I glimpsed it tonight. Well after I walked free.
It looks ....
It looks like. -
It feels as if -
I was bathing in a pond of tar surrounded by free falling cotton candy butterfly wings.
Or leaning back onto a warm, cushioned, blue-bottomed black hole recliner
Where the ice morphs into a chasm of intense scrutiny.
Where the dead souls call you down and drag you in.
It feels like another chance to get it right and go very wrong.
And the intensity is right - and the outcome must be worthwhile.
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