In the chaos of myself, I saw darkness everywhere. I searched for stillness, I searched for light, but neither were to be found. Such a deep, dark cave as this, only endless mind tunnels were there. Curving this way, curving that way, and so many options available, all leading nowhere.
Was I moving about in a circle?
How to extract oneself from such darkness?
So I sat down and waited, waited and watched.
What else to do but look at the happenings in the mind, see how mind divided itself into myriads of roles and pieces, so many shards of glass reflecting all but itself and its intrinsic desire for self-preservation. Darkness engulfed me, choking me, as the shards of glass pierced the many folds of my ego, revealing the many demons within.
What a night of the soul, indeed!
That I should be so thankful and remember, somewhere in all this turmoil, that the darkest night turns darker before it gets light.
Steeping down in this darkness, mind haunts itself.
Painful to watch, but then truth is painful. So is growth.
Suppressions are unburdened, repressions are unveiled, and ghosts are left to wander 'til revelations come.
Oh the madness and the fury, but what else to do?
Time will tell how it all ends, onto a pinprick of glass that never was.