In a time before time, in a place without space that is so big that it is as incomprehensible as the ocean is to a hydrogen atom, there was a father. He wasn’t a father yet, but he knew what he was.

In a moment that was just like every other moment before it, deep in the sack of this father, was a spark that would change everything. It was creation in its purest form, and it started with a Big Bang.

In what seems like forever, but for the father was but an instant, his child awoke. It gained a consciousness. It was alive, but it was young. It did not take long for the child to realise that it knew nothing. It had the potential to know everything that ever was and would ever be, but that is a lot to learn on your own. So the child, being the creation of the father, became a father itself. It created a place for its children to learn. And as the child’s children learnt, so did the child. These children were created in its image. Young, lost and yearning for new knowledge. From its children, the child learn to love. With love it learnt to hate. Without love there can be no hate. The child learnt about polarity. The child learnt that you cannot have good without bad. It could be truly happy without knowing what it is to be sad. This thirst for knowledge means that the child’s brain is always growing. Creating more space for the information it gathers. Somewhere deep inside that great darkness, lays a pocket of energy that creates everything needed for the child’s children.

In that darkness, are the children alive? Are they thoughts given consciousness or is the consciousness merely an illusion created by the child. If these children are here to learn and teach the child, what happens to the children when the child has grown up and knows everything there is to know?

The walls are creeping closer,

and the room is a carousel.

My eyes and stare is blank,

and I jump at noises only I can hear.

I mutter and murmur,

and they all ask what I say.

But I always say "Nothing"

since I hadn't realized I spoke aloud.

I bang my head against the wall,

but I barely notice.

I'm to engrossed in my thoughts;

the world is just some backround noise.

They ask me any I answer,

but then they ask me again.

How do they never hear?

Or did I just not speak?

Did you hear that?

It must have been nothing.

There it is again!

What's wrong with my ears?

I can't see, I can't breath.

The world is swimming,

but I haven't put on my goggles!

Why is my brain so fuzzy?

I just shrug it off,

or reason with myself.

But I can't ignore the truth.

I can't ignore what's wrong with my mind.

Addiction.

Come on.

Take a puff.

Just a little.

One isn’t enough.

Another?

Come on.

Take a sip, just a bit.

It’s good!

You will love it.

Good?

How about another glass?

Another?

That can’t be your last!

Another for your brother?

Sounds familiar?

My minions…

Your so called “friends”.

The ones that are my slaves.

Slaves to my slaves.

To help me get more slaves.

Come on,

I’m not cruel to anyone, definitely not you.

You came to me, willingly!

Do not pin the blame to me!

I love you.

I treat you well.

Your soul I get to drag to hell.

For all eternity

I am your new master.

Obey me.

Obey my minions.

And always remember that I love you, so stay close to me.

I am Addiction.

dusk.

her soul

was elegantly hidden

under

dusky clouds

of her

abandoned youth.

her eyes

were shut out.

away from

dawn;

the glow

of the

rising sun.

she felt warmth;

and love;

and happiness;

for the first time;

under the beaming stars.

"That flower is blue,

and that one is too!

But that one is red,"

the little girl said.

"B̷u̷t̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷ ̷b̷e̷c̷a̷u̷s̷e̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷b̷l̷o̷o̷d̷.̷

Really, roses are just misunderstood!"

Whispering your name

Calling out through the silence

Swallowed by the void

I miss you