【The Void】

Writing Prompt Result - The Void

This here is a repost of my writing for the prompt on http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/enter-the-void

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On days unforgiving, one might wake as the splitting headache characteristic of premonition. An unforgiving day this was, one which instilled a crippling discomfort which tore at the mind-- it’d have awoken me from the bliss of an empty dream to the sight of pitiful monotony.

The monotony of living from the scraps of society’s meat were those which serve as the common force that drives a person mad, a studio apartment is no more than a canvas too petite to hold the finer arts in decoration; though blissful to the distracted author.

A half-assed attempt at righting oneself from the sprawled position of starfish came about with surprising ease, callused bare feet landing upon the songbirds of floors; they’d greet with the morning trill typical of homes forgotten on the path of time.

The purposeless path towards the close shuttered window would be taken; a path of such sort is only a few steps in length, pity those who hold the luxury of trodding farther along.

A beaded thread would be drawn in hopes of letting in the light, a feeble attempt at lessening the pressure on my pocket without an initial drawback.

No light was to filter through the opened slits once shading; peculiar in nature, I couldn’t help but inspect further.

There was nothing. An absence of being lay beyond the glass barrier between oneself and the body of all unknown.

A lack of understanding was the only cognition to come, an oddity beyond human understanding at our current level of universal understanding. Pray for the sudden possibility of obtaining higher knowledge, alas alack ‘tis not to be, for the improbabilities of life are near impossibilities.

Fumbling within the dimly lit surroundings, one managed to locate the switches in connection to light fixtures strung upon this financial accommodations plaster. Upon proper location, my would amend the dimmer’s position in a fashion typically associated with the ascension of light.

All was to no avail.

Thank the heavens above for the position of a doorway beside this failing electric trigger, for a  tremoring set of digits may make way to turn the knob in attachment to such a gateway.

A cautious opening, peering at first through a measly crack in hopes of discovering a functioning light source.

All was but void of matter.

‘Tis a cause for pity, without a driving force to light the way, humanity may be dragged into the void of self doubt. Perhaps this lamentable experience is no more than metaphorical-- for even in dark, one held power and reason to search for the light.