And So I Drift

[Lost In Thoughts]

"I don' dream, really."

A lie, told so readily.  

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.