Farewell.

It was quiet. There was a subtle feel of vivid colours spreading around the area. Amorphous shapes were hovering around, lightly moving in towards each other, making muffled, yet sharp noises when they touched. It was warm. The objects were swarming around me; I did not know where they came from or what they were. I did not know what they wanted me. It felt as if they were talking to me, but I could not respond. My entire body was subdued, and although I could feel everything that was going on around me I could not act. Even if I tried to reach out my hands, I could not do so. And even if I wanted to get away, I could not have done so either. Not as if I would have ever wanted to get away. Sometimes I wish that I could have stayed there forever. Stuck in a surreal world. It was so serene. Not a single unpleasant thought touched my mind. My conscience was as clean as that of an animal. If I could only go back there again.

When the world around me starts to move all too quickly, when the walls of society start to get closer and closer, when it feels as if the last particles of air have left me suffocating, I wish that world could just pull me back in. That it could  lead me to the centre where I can find peace. The centre of all peace. Sometimes I wonder if there is no other way to get there. No other way than doing what I fear the most.

Please forgive me.