DEEP
It is like looking into a deep well. You are scared of the thought of falling in but you cannot help but be curious of what is inside. You cannot help but wonder how deep it goes. You cannot even imagine what is inside because no one you ever know has ever been inside it.
You look deeply into it. Several thoughts have crossed your mind: Will I survive the fall? Will it be dark as night in there? Is it cold? What is inside? And then you lean forward as you think if these things. Slowly, you reach down and touch the air that is between you and the abyss. Nothing. Doing this still did not answer all the questions that were bugging you about the well. Your curiosity gets the better of you. You extend your arms a little further. And then you can feel it. The coldness of the stale air is so lightly brushing your arms. It is such a welcoming feeling compared to the heat of the sun beating on your back. The cold versus the heat. What would you choose?
You decide to hang on just a little bit, enjoying the comfort of the cold, not brave enough to go on a little further. Just when you are about to come up, a gush of bitter wind gushes from within. It feels as if the wind is pushing you from behind and pulling you down at the same time. You struggle to take a hold of the edge of the well with both hands, but it is impossible. You are upside down. Then you tumble and fall. You try to grab hold of a jutted stone that is within your reach. But the moss and dampness make it impossible for you to cling to it. Despite your struggling, despite doing your best not to fall, you still do.
It must be the longest fall of all. Ah, but this is the abyss. There is no end to it, you think. And so you enjoy the fall, you revel in it. The wind in your ears feels like it is whispering you to sleep. The well is singing you its lullaby, willing you to complete surrender. When you are about to submit to the wiles of the well, you crash into the end of the oblivion.
Silence. You try to scream for help but no sound comes out from your mouth. You strain to hear the well’s song, but it stopped singing for you. You try to think of all the questions you had before the great fall but it seems insignificant now. Your body racks with pain. You hurt everywhere. You feel all the bones in your body break. It is like your insides are about to burst out. But what hurts the most is the feeling of emptiness that is trickling inside you. And that emptiness inside you grows until your body, most of all your soul, numbs. Slowly, ever so slowly, you embrace the company of emptiness inside. You brush away the chill that goes with it. Never mind the dark; it is good that I survived the fall with you. And then, nothing.
