Now sufficiently enveloped, I realize that this dark has a cocoon like effect. As the light of the world cracks it’s way into my cradle of black I can’t help but try to close this drapery and block out the burning of reality….especially just to awaken to realizations of distance and my transformation from a person to a voice, and from a voice to words, and then of course, to a memory. Not all is lost though, as I can see the brush twitch from some one approaching from a far. How close will this one? Or will they just continue on their journey past this form that is me, shrouded by the conjoined nature of my actions and that of the creators. We shall see..