Light

There. Right there. There is a street light hiding behind a tree. It casts no shadows onto the dew sprinkled grass beneath it. Beyond the light the trees look like a black wall. Or an endless abyss. It seems as If I were to walk towards the wood I would fall off the face of the earth. Fall to feel the nothingness that is non existence, of non being, of dreamless sleep. To think I could walk away from my cold park bench and head straight towards the end of everything, the beginning of everything. To fall weightless and unseeing, to feel nothing. The idea of bliss, the idea of nothing, the thought of feeling no more anything. Scary, is it not? No, I do not want to feel nothing, I want to feel everything at once! Every joy, every pain, every raindrop and dew fall the waking world has to give me. Because walking off into nothingness is a cop out.

So for now I have my cold park bench. I can feel the dew settling on me now, as I ponder nothingness and bliss, not feeling the very things I said I wanted to feel. And so goes the human condition. So knock off the silly day dreams and start living. Live life as if every breath is an erotic celebration in it's own right. Or live life erotic-ly. To each her own.