Shuffling through a darkened void of memories, a light appears as a breath of passage through this cavern of dreams. From a pupil spec appears a grande looking glass bursting the reflections of gas and stars, gifting me with a full bodied euphoria. An orgasmic vibration shakes as I lift my arm to feel such beauty that quickly fades as I flex my fingers. This beautiful high, now replaced by a dying itch to caress the star burst mirror, calls for me. Not a name, but a feeling that will carry me peace. As the light bleaches my surroundings and the memory of feeling fades, my balance gives as a force pulls me towards my fate.

Life.

Chasing death.

Chasing lights.