Darkness followed me into the deepest corridors, as if I was blind to the beauty that surrounded me, focusing only on the grimy piles of trash blown into corners and accumulated in gutters, neglected and unused, exactly as I felt. I wandered inside derelict memories, trapped within a nightmare of who I was , who I wasn’t, unsure about the dividing line between the two, even my name remained a question, my entire consciousness devoted to seeking out hidden places, and warmth before the city awoke in its complexity. The darkness penetrated me, pulling me down into the depths of its hidden avenues, away from the sunlight breaking through the wisps of clouds on the horizon, casting brilliant rays of color through an otherwise murky sky. Away from the bright street lights that slowly diminished behind me in fading brilliance, into the complete and total black of death, clammy stale air rushing into my heavy lungs as if it were filled with demons looking for embodiment in my confused memories, dripping with trapped moisture regurgitated from the depths until my footsteps faded into oblivion, vision ceased to guide me, completely devoid of senses. Psychedelic fantasies unwound themselves around me, painting a brilliant, translucent mural on the black canvas, swirling and changing with my thoughts into a kaleidoscope of color.

 

Rough hands fell upon my shoulders and I arose with them, carried by this unknown force, effortlessly swept through a great distance, a voice talking gently, soothingly, bringing light into the numbed void. Whispering quiet secrets like a long forgotten dream, casually returning a long list of answers to questions long forgotten.