The Void
It’s a world I like to call The Void.
By default it lies in darkness,
endless inky nothing,
miles and miles of it.
I see things there.
Things I create, things that followed me here.
Some are not mine.
But they are not important.
This is my world.
I can feel the world of others,
I’m an empath, some might say
Beyond my own lands, lies an ocean
of deep crystal cerulean.
Near the edge of my world,
a silvery beach sparkles
in moonlight to the west and south
and golden orbs lie shimmering
in the cover of the sunset in the east and north.
It’s reverse, I know, but that’s the way it is.
Inland, away from the sands,
is a maze of glass and neon,
artificial light and life.
The glass, when opaque,
is usually light tinted blue or white.
The lights, always, are pink and yellow.
Always, except for The Path.
The Path lies to the northeast,
perfectly even between sun and moon,
between light and dark.
The light turns red here.
Or it does not work at all.
Only part of The Path is left in color.
The greyscale is unknown.
It is a place of memories.
The greyscale used to be fear.
Perhaps it still is.
The red was what I previously
thought might have been memories.
But the visions that lived there before
appear to rest in the colorless realm instead.
I suppose I could call the new red
possibility.
As I said, I am called an empath.
I also tend to hold to the belief
that I possess some amount of psychic ability.
I think everyone does.
But this is where mine lives.
The visions that appear here now
are of the uncertain future that lies ahead.
They show the things I want,
the futures I might have,
if I work to attain them.
I do not like to visit the Path
as often as I might think I would care to.
It is a place that can easily be filled with lies.
So I venture out
into the Void,
the shared space of the universe.
From the north western shore, I can visit my sister.
From the south western shore, I can visit my brother.
Or I can explore the darkness beyond the places I know.
I spread my wings
and fly into the unknown.