Swimming around in milk
With a black empty vision
What do I want to do?
Imagining a sky of beautiful cosmos
I'm looking at what inspired me to live on.
Yet what do I do from now on?
It was only an imagination.
The reality is a space and time of black or white,
As I turned my eyes away from fantasy.
Time stopped.
Space ceased its existence.
I am standing in the center of the universe's empty space.
Not on any ground. Nor are there any walls or ceilings.
What should I do?
I feel that even if I scream, sound won't happen here.
It had always been my fear at young to be alone in the universe.
Why has that fear revived itself at this time of my life, now?
I can't cry in here.
Emotions had been taken to somewhere else, but not in here now.
I don't feel in peace.
I don't feel in security.
I feel in restlessness.
I feel in uncertainty.
"What is this?" My subconsciousness asked.
"I feel that this is my soul..." ...I answered to myself...
2:17 AM 
