Moses Of Crete
It always starts with me floating through some ethereal fog. My feet are drifting off the ground. I look down but I have no idea how far up I am. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. A purple and navy mist circles around me. For the longest time I am frozen. Then I slowly start to pitch forward. I start to spin and tumble, directionless through the haze. It is familiar, although with this awareness I start to feel terror. My body is heavy and I am somersaulting in all directions. My heart is racing; my form feels so tired. I am desperate for air. As I am churning around, I cannot tell up from down. The landscape, through flashes of lightning is slowly being revealed to me. There is a sound scratching through me. I hear a crow cawing. The anger in its voice echoes through my head. I can never see it. It brings a rage, an unquenchable anger; I want to grab the bird with my hands and rip it apart. This feeling grows inside of me. An intense pain blooms at the top of my chest, spreading downwards and inwards. Then an acute sense of loneliness and isolation washes over me.