Creative Writing

You sail. Further, and further away, into the invisible horizon, alone. I gaze. Across the distant ocean, under evening skies, with a gaping hole in my heart. The constellations above, smile quietly. Through the darkness of the night, they will guide you home. The gentle breezes, will reach you in time. They would caress you, and tell tales of words untold. Scribbled in sand, and carried away by waves. They are our promises, one, and the same. Pushing past my grating limits, I await your return. Till the next time we meet, a glimpse of you, I yearn.

The infinite matrix of pale white canvases, span the entirety of the universe. I sat there, on the edge of the world, with an empty gaze, staring into the monochromatic void which surrounds all of existence. In contrast to my deepest, most desperate desire, I felt nothing. It is a place which has adopted the final state of being. Nothing arises, and nothing diminishes. There was no conflict nor peace, no birth nor death, no luminescence nor darkness, no pain nor pleasure. It is a place where no one has been, and also a place where everyone has been. The everlasting present. My arms extended themselves outwards, my fingers caress the fabric of space and time, in a pitiful attempt to seek splendor within memories of what once was, to evoke an elusive remainder of my exhausted emotions. A slender brush, stained with a hue of azure, manifested itself within my fragile grip. It reminded me of... someone. Someone who always believed in me. Within eternal tragedies, a pray