Blank Space

Black. Darkness.

I cannot see anything.

I cannot hear anything.

I do not know how long it's been.

A week. A month. A year. Maybe two. Maybe more.

I really cannot tell, God I wish there was a bell.

I just need someway to tell,

Should I really even care?

A little white light ahead; slowly I reach for something

that is beyond my grasp.

It is so small I honestly think it's too far gone.

More.... I see more; they are little and extremely bright.

I cannot reach them, but I will still try.

My arms, they are too weak.

My arms, they are too short.

Days past, days end and still no little light do I enfold.

Why must those little things be so bold?

Unlike me, they are truly free, but one day soon I will be.

I no longer want land beneath me.

I ask and I shall receive.

I am getting too old... I am getting too weak.

I am no longer the young and the restless.

I am not bold nor beautiful.

Jump.. Jump... Jump!

Who is speaking to me?

I hear the voices, but I dare not believe.

They will not be suppressed.

Maybe doing what they say will not be that bad?

So I do and the next thing I hear is:

Beep...Beep......

I hear, and I reach out for the last time,

"I got you, I... I got you!" I say with my last breath.

It's cold right now, I thought it was over, but

It is dark again.

Now I become a bright light in this

Blank Space.

I like it here.... I see the moon and

I see the sun... We are all friends.

They say I can rest now... Why?

"Why now?"

"Because," they say, "You

have succeeded in becoming one with us,

one with the universe, and one with what is beyond!"

"In this space, Most would call it nothingness — you call it home."

"So, I say to you: Welcome, My. Little. Bright. Light."