Transcendental

I moved from one cave to another out of fear of the demons tempting me, and so, I discovered that in the wilderness everything bears the color of darkness. In the absence of love and kindness, I accepted the embrace of death with the smile of a person who thinks that beyond the light, the dark is beautiful. I separated my soul from being in the azure of a spring morning, when butterflies and birds staged a masterful annual spectacle. Patiently, eternity dressed my soul with the insomnia of the Universe, and to not feel loneliness, it threw me into a void full of twinkling stars.