I still sense a faint movement around me
But my vision is beginning to numb
My sight is getting blurred and intoxicated
As if I am falling into a deep slumber—
I wonder if my eyes are still open or shut
The sounds around me are jumbled up
And gradually fading away into a distance
My hands try to hold on to something but
The fingers have lost their grasp
My legs try to crawl and stand but
The joints are unable to bear the weight
My tongue is tied, my mouth shut—
Unable to induce any movement in them
The stark contrast between beauty and ugliness
No longer exists, or even matters—
They’ve dissolved into one
There is no time to ponder over anything
Everything I feel is immediate and short-lived—
Crumbling and collapsing around me
And drifting rather swiftly
My inner thoughts, visions, and sensations
Merge into one singular experience
A colourless, voiceless void—an endless abyss
Into which I’m gradually drawn
I don’t know if I’m still breathing or
My brain is still actively firing sparks
The I-ness still exists despite the grand collapse—
Immutable, relentless and invincible
Wondering if—
The I-ness is being driven by a force invisible or
Flowing and persevering like a river on its own?