And So I Drift - Printable Version

There are things moving, here. There.
This place is Nowhere. No route leads here, yet every route ends here. A Nothing.
No.
An Abundance of Yet-To-Be's. Unfettered, uncontrollable Potential. It is less than nothing, but a chance to be everything.
I know that my mind only sees a bastardisation of it.
If it did not, I would go mad. I would be babbling, drooling. If I was lucky. But something gives me these Visions. Of this place.

There are things moving, here.
I see a Giant. It swims through the dark sea of the Void.
Eyes. So many eyes.
It does not see me. No. It does not perceive me. We are fundamentally diffrent.
I am an Ant, staring at a monolith.
If I could comprehend this being for even a second, it would crush me.

There are things moving, here.
It turns lazily. Its tremendous mass moves.
A star is crushed. A star it was not even aware off. Crushed, like an ant underfoot.

There are things moving, here.
I feel like I am in a Snow Globe. A Snow Globe, drowning in the sea.
The Angels build us this Snowglobe. As long as the glass does not break, we are safe.
I wonder. Could it shatter this globe too, without malice. Shatter our safety, like a twig.

I do not know.
I must know. I refuse to live in Uninformed Fear.
I will gaze out of the Snow Globe. Into the Sea.
Foolish. Dangerous.

Yet.
It will return my Gaze. But I will not relent.