anti-matter

Here the light permeates the iris with its piercing glow.

Running in a field of high grass to falling into the abyss of the mind, all with the curves and whispers of time.

Space endless with its reach.

It is excruciating clear that we go from nothing to matter and back to darkness before we know.

Even the eternal heart tremors as it is ruptured by the bleak echo that waits in the absence of life that was and is now not.

Those moments, memories held so deep within the veins of your soul, they crystallize in the absoluteness of that cold.

What you think is real, tangible and present is only another illusion of your depreciating faculties.

No air, no water, no earth nor fire just emptiness isolating emptiness.