Stars On A String

Subtly, slowly sinking into a world that is dark and thick with echoes of alone. I reach, finding nothing, not knowing what I expected or whether that was it. There is no weightless feeling. The sounds that may occur in this place do not reach my ears. My mind curls into a fetal position, my body may have followed suit, I cannot see it, I do not know. I will not say that I am lost. That would to some extent be a deep seated lie. Do not bleach. Dry without decay. There is not time for Parley. My vision adjusts to the hare, sitting no more that two metres away, senses manic, legs primed. I smile, he's off. And the void returns.