I’ll never get it.
Once I came across this pit. It was quite vast and I’d say pretty deep. I braved the ends to take a peek and found no discernable bottom. There was no light beyond what the sun touches. Its walls were filled with an echo from a comforting silence. Reassuring. Sincere. Promising. Inviting. In its shadows I heard a faint whisper of serenity. A warmth. A hope. A gladness. And it made me smile. As I laid chest on ground, hands grasping the edge, part of me stood up, and walked away. Part of me took a deep breath. The other part of me closed my eyes as the other part of me ran back to where I stayed and with open arms leapt into the abyss. I called out my name, but I heard nothing back. The other me opened my eyes wider into the darkness as the last glint of light twinkle from my smile. I began to see what it was all about. And just when I understood, I could no longer turn back. The part of me that got it never returned. And I laid there. Helpless. Afraid. Sad. The part of me that stayed always think of that last moment of light touched the darkness. That’s why I promised to always smile.
