As I lie here still, reflecting on life’s magical moment and choices
The sense and feeling of times no more
Gradient colours disappearing from my view
Sounds of conversation now a distance memory
The air refuses to engulf my lungs, no longer flowing like a pillow of substance around me.
The conscious mind no longer tending to the agricultural fields of modern society
Textures of feeling no longer prominent to my touch sending waves of emotion to my inner self
The chemicals of life fail to ignite my senses with their riches and colours as they once did.
The light starts to dim and the darkness fills the new sanctuary rapidly as if being poured like molten tar from it’s vessel
No longer existing as an entity of the state, as a recognised name or number
A Rebirth to my beginning, my roots in an unknown reality, a reality that gives me an inner sense that I’m home.