robinbloke | (no subject)

I touched the sky.
I climbed the highest tree and shouted my lungs raw until the view faded into the mists of my mind.
My fingers were fire and my senses wild, clawing each shred of life from in front of me like fraying curtains until the pieces fell down in slow easy loops in the breeze.
Everything fell up past me and silence bubbled up to hold me like a gentle reassuring warmth as the world passed me by.
Answers and questions, truth and fiction all past my eyes, but I no longer saw them.
Shadow, shadow claimed me and dragged me into a world that I'd never know.
My eyes opened, but they were not mine anymore.
The greys of the world had become black and white once more, sharp edges cut reality with a knife and defined new borders of reason and limitation.
Values sat waiting nearby, a steady queue of thought patiently standing in line for me to consider them, or until they forced me to reaffirm or deny them once more.
Each one threw away the notes and rules once more, each one took the tide and rolled back the waves to reveal shores I had never seen.
Scattered flotsam of the mind left as driftwood in the sand.
The hazy silence fading away as I looked up over the rolling waves of reality.
Endless shades and hues of blue and white rolling with a roar of static, of minds chattering to each other and only half-listening to the words around them.
So much more could be uncovered if I fell all the more, if I took another step.
I closed my eyes and let the sound surround me, the sights and light fading away, and walked, walked until the waves lapped at my shoulders and I pushed myself ever onwards.

As the wave fell over my head I did not hold my breath.