Deep Down
Deep,
Down,
There is a well,
I’m reminded of this well,
Whenever,
I read Haruki Murakami,
Amazing Author,
Firstly,
Stupendous,
Mysterious,
Maybe,
A savior,
Of me,
And my soul,
Really,
That’s no exaggeration,
I sometimes,
Feel as though,
When entering his stories,
I live vicariously the story,
Of the book,
And enter,
A deep,
Down,
Well of myself,
Wherein,
It’s absolutely terrifying,
Yep,
That’s terrifying as well,
Because in this well,
Is a feeling,
Of almost,
Invisible water,
How to put it,
It’s a water which never quite,
Drowns you,
Although sometimes,
You wish it would,
But it doesn’t quite,
Give you that escape,
Rather,
It brings you deeper,
And deeper,
And deeper,
With no,
End,
Really,
To it’s depth,
It’s infinitely,
Deep,
Really,
That’s the terrifying thing,
It has no end,
And the,
Ladder,
Which you hold,
Onto,
To go down,
Well,
It disappears,
Every so often,
Without your,
Control,
And then,
Whoosh,
You are sent down,
At full,
Speed,
Endlessly,
Searching,
For the end,
Which is,
Actually,
Maybe,
Just,
The well,
Itself,
It is not an end,
But a new beginning,
At all,
Points of the fall,
A continuum,
You are,
A part,
Of the Whole,
And not,
A one,
Separate,
From,
A two,
No,
No,
A whole,
You are,
A part,
Of a grandeur whole,
Which has,
Pieces,
Of it’s wholeness,
Evident,
And shining,
So brightly,
Inside you,
You know it,
So why not show it,
Give that,
Light,
Some time,
To shine,
Why don’t you?
The well,
Took a sudden,
Twist didn’t it?
You we’re at once,
In that abysmal place,
An abyss,
And perhaps,
Now,
You’ve found yourself,
In a more,
Enchanting darkness,
One,
Which is just as terrifying,
But exciting all the while,
Because,
In it,
Are the seeds,
Of that mysterious beyond,
You know?
