Chatterbox: Inkwell

Wake up, my dearest of Inkywells! Quite the slump since NaNo ended, and while I was complaining about the NaNo threads, the death of the Inkwell was not what I had in mind. So here's a random . . . eh . . . we'll call it a piece. I wrote it a week or two ago. Super abstract, so if you're confused, don't worry. Methinks TNO will like it (at least to the same degree I do) as it's the kind of thing she writes (from what I've seen) but I'm not sure what the rest of you will think. Admins, it's a touch morbid - I don't know if you'll like that. Anywho, I present . . . Light!

To hear laughter. To see the sun again. To know the sweet forgetfulness of sleep, to feel the golden infinity of a shining day. To hold the ones you love in your arms and whisper goodbye. To live. 

You smile at the thought, you remember a thousand days of peace. You hold them to you, hold them in your heart. After all, there is nothing that can be done now. 

There was more you wanted to do, so much more you could have done, and you regret letting their opportunities pass you by. But there has been so much you did do, so much you are proud of. You smile again, smile in the face of it all. Why not? If it must end, you may as well go down with a smile as with a frown. It really doesn't matter any more.

The light at the end of the tunnel, they call it. But there isn't any light behind this one. Only a small metal capsule, one that is capable o taking that most precious thing. Able to take life, instantly and without remorse. 

You can't so much argue with metal, and you don't want to. It is over, and it will be over. It is time. Time to sleep, and you are ready. Now you are tired, so tired. Something whispers that you should be afraid, but why? Sleep is nothing to fear, nothing to run from.

You wanted to sleep again. The sweet forgetfulness of sleep, you said. Yes. To forget it all in sleep.

For a moment you remember again, for a moment you do not want to forget. Then you see the tunnel bearing down on you, and forgetfulness is the light, the light at the end. You see it coming, hear it coming. And it is welcome, almost.

You are tired again. Sleep is coming, coming for you. You smile a little at the one behind the tunnel, the one who brought you sleep. You want to say thank you, but it is so hard to move your lips! You are so tired. . . . 

Perhaps it is time. Yes; your eyes are closing, softly, inexorably, and you cannot hold them back. When they close, others open, and you can see your closed eyes. You look strange in sleep. 

But of course that is not you - only the thing that kept you awake. It is time to sleep now, now that you have gotten away.

You close these second eyes, and you can feel yourself turning, spinning, stretching into a moment of the present, a shaft of eternity. 

You smile one more time, and you sleep.

A couple of things: a) I, obviously, have never died. So don't trust
this. :D b) This does not in any way represent my beliefs about what
happens after death. Disclaimer deal. I won't go into what I do believe, but like I said, this is totally abstract. 

Cheers,

lavendershy