Burning wick burns down slow. smoke in fired light we all know. lovely musky scented incense sticks. a dreary world. different sense of woe. of darkest mood the lit candle flickers its haloed glow.
No one understands those poor souls who wake wishing they did not pains end is assuredly coming and then there will be no more one does not see feelings change like the weather until he visits the eye of the storm.
the beginning in darkness nothing but blackness a deep dark lonely burgeoning consciousness emerged cloaked in black he cried out from the void of all voids the choice had been made between eternal nothingness and something probable it then went 'bang' time and space were created where none was before something made from nothing consciousness… Continue reading Black