It was a tepid dream that I had. The colours were dull and dismal, lacking life. No, rather, ripping life asunder with it’s normality and overbearing bleakness. There was no passion, no fiery outbursts of madness and soul. The sky was black, the rivers ran deep, but all that existed in the heavens and in the spaces was words with no meaning and symbols that promised confidence but gave nothing.
I screamed at the sky, at the earth and through the air. It was a scream that dared to defy the dark light of this place. ‘Context context context’ the sky bellowed back. ‘How dare you let your passion vibrate through my air. How dare you shake it’s foundations with your petty waves and how dare you break the silence in my perfection’ the voice bellowed with dull ferocity.
I tried to argue back but my mind was assaulted by pale and raw information. It overwhelmed my muted senses and I fell to the cold, colourless earth. I stayed there for quite some time. Thinking. That’s all you could do here. A cold wind picked up, which carried a voice from far away. ‘I can make you certain, I can make you sure, I can make you slaughter those painful, colourful things that you hold on to inside’ it whispered.
‘All you can promise is a dull path to the grave, to dirt and to nothingness’ I countered.
The ground shook with a tremendous surging power and it ejected me from its surface. I screamed in agony as the voice once again bellowed. ‘You cannot solely live here, you have proven to be unworthy’. I struggled. I longed to stay in this place I hated. What power it gave! The scene of desolate greyness shimmered and was gone.
A final parting sentence echoed in my head. ‘You want more than I can give’. My eyes took in the brilliant morning light. I turned and looked at the beauty beside me and tried to make sense of that strange feeling of waking up and forgeting all.
