The Path to Forever

A trip within the mind tunnel.

If you follow the tunnel down, through splintered glass and kaleidoscope vision, you come to the lights in shades of black and red. Blinding speed, the mind cannot fathom what it sees. Plaid patterns stretch to solids and the tunnel is never-ending. A quick overhead shows an eternal funnel, like an hourglass of infinity. Swiftly returning to the endless path; twisting and winding, shifting and changing. There’s a plastic bleed across the cosmic channel, and a desperate need to see the other side.

Soul and identity do not exist; only the will to move on, too late to retreat. Perspective shifts direction, still gaining along the path to forever, existing as a fluid pattern leading to a subtle memory of a long-lost idea.

This is All.

Author's Note

When I close my eyes, I sometimes see a tunnel that never ends. It's actually quite meditative, and I thought I'd try to contextualize what I think I see.