I’m writing my life
On a Celestial page,
Where time doesn’t exist
It’s just a figment of age.
There is an inbetween
As I fell through the gap,
I asked the abyss for help
And it lead me into a trap.
There’s silence in sound here
Black and white in colour,
The spectrums merge
With dimensions to discover.
The chronicle of events
I stand here touching,
And it all makes sense
Life equates to nothing.
K
Reena Saxena 