Mists swirl
Light dances
A cavernous grey cloud shifts and breathes
The bridge to nowhere
With no beginning or end
What is this place?
Where is this time?
How did I get here?
Is it real?
Waves of fear hold me still
What if I move?
What if I’m still?
Whispers
Whispers
From there
No here
Whispers on the cheek
So close
Yet so far
One step
Stop
The bridge is swirling in the mists
The only point clear is the middle of nowhere
Is there are beginning?
Is there an end?
What's on the other side ?
What?
Where?
When?
How?
Dewdrops settle on my hair
On my eyes
The taste is odd
Where is this place?
How did I get here?
I wish I knew
Am I asleep?
Did I cross into a portal in time ?
Is this a vision of life in another time?
Moving forward
Involuntarily moving
Catching my breath
I can't see where to step
I can only feel
How do I know?
Are my eyes deceiving me ?
Greyness everywhere
Light cannot penetrate
The wind begins to stir beneath me now
Clouds moving in shades of grey
The wind is shifting the light
Is it night or day?
Fear catching as I breathe
Further out into the void
The bridge is clear, I can see my feet
Below a nothingness
A cavernous void
Mist writhes and swirls to the eye
How high up ?
I don’t know?
I'm afraid
The mist swirls engulfing me again
Slowy
Carefully
I tread gently, feeling the roughness under my shoes
Gripping tightly to the wet unevenness of the hand guides
Not breathing
Wait, what was that sound
Is something there?
It's time to get out of nowhere
It’s time to go home
Suddenly, a different foothold
A rockiness
The scent of soil
My corkscrew of fear is beginning to uncoil
A crash
Something flying through
A scream
Wetness on my cheek
A scream releases
Run
Hide
Falling
Falling into the grey void
Landing softly on the bed in my room
What was that?
Where in time?
Did that happen?
I need to unwind?
My heart racing
My life upside down
My cheek wet
Scratched by what?
I will never know
Confusion til this very day
Decades have passed
But the memory does not fade
That’s how I remember it, that’s how it feels
The void of greyness engulfing me
Its was real
The bridge to nowhere
Nothingness and beyond
This is how i experienced the mists of time
This is how I remember it
This is how it feels.
Believe it or not
It is real
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to help others awaken to their awareness of self by interpreting feelings or deeper insights others may not know how to voice
I love to write it is my soul's work.



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