So many faces that remind me of death, few that seem alive. I begin to glow dark. Who's eyes are these?
Not mine I say uneasily. Does reality exist without mind? Sometimes I'd like to know. But honestly I couldn't go. Because in this abyss I still am. And I still glow. Feels like no one else knows. It's hard to feel alone. Not hard to get there, but to be there. As I sit here blank in my stare. My soul begins to flare. I can try to quantify these feelings, to hard to express. But somehow what I've confessed, has been best.