dark as day

Feeling a void, the void, the one that never really fades, sometimes just moves behind everything else or everything moves in front of that open space of nothingness.

Emptiness is believed to be openness by some. I could be closed from a blinding light of dark nothing, I could be open to any spiritual force of everything. I have become healthily obsessed with trying to connect the dots to my self from self aspect of body being a total separate entity to both mind and spirit.

I have been drawn to this as I was woken by some force a few nights back. Unfortunately on this occasion it was an unwelcoming spirit. Some refer to this as sleep paralysis. I believe it is connected to something less vague. The paranormal of an awakened spirit. I was woken, and like before i saw myself a part from myself. I could not move and felt as if something was choking me, I felt I went white, or my other self was of a white light. I gasped for air and awoke to a icy cold chill. I sensed a presence of impurity. A dangerously eery feeling. I was convince the windows were open it was so cold, I then though the glass had been smashed and that's how the air was creeping through. After a number of window checks, the presence became dense and I became colder...

This has not got me spooked as It is something I have lived with since I was a child. Arguably I could just be a mad hatter, creating imagery to match my dreams.

Everything tastes,feels,smells and sounds elaborately different.

Generally where one meets a spirit of darkness, one always has a lightness beaming it away.
So sure I maybe a little more sensitive to closing my eyes at night, I may even be peculiar in beliefs. Strangely with all my research through vision, i link my self both to the dis connect as well as the connect, more spirit than body, dark soul painted my void, for today i may be blessed but I can not shake a feeling, of rawness. A heavy gut feeling lodged in my core.

So if we look at it in black and white, we would say light spirit vends off dark spirits but sometimes it could closely be the other way round. For sometimes the dark may be light and multi coloured facets of imagery.

i sleep with an open air, not discarding here nor there...