Grey Spectrum

Waking up from the deep slumber. Slowly I come out of the fixed darkness into a gradually tainted white scenario. Unity and wholeness. Truth. The fragments from my old self linger like layers of a fading chrysalis, starving from the instinctual and compulsive impulse that births them. They ask for light as plants do in the day but are received with mindfulness and temperance. These shards from my empty shell wither little by little and what was born anew fills the space of this blank void, filling it with black again and blossoming into a beautiful grey spectrum.

Author's Note

Stream of consciousness-like paragraph

Reviews

[Alessander]

This sorta reminds me of Kafka's "Metamorphosis" when he wakes up and finds himself turning into a bug.

This has that feel of waking, changing, of perhaps some existential yearning to be born anew, but perhaps the process itself is not ideal.

[A.G.]

wow, really pretty write (: meaning was expressed well.
-angelina

[¿]

I really like the description and flow.....
Truly enjoyed it!!
Keep happy writing!!😊

[sette]

nicely written and expressed