Oblivion – August 14, 2006

We’re locked in a room.

A beautiful room.

Yours is not the same size as mine.

Each room is different.

The rooms have no ceilings and no walls.

Everyone is free to paint their room with any colors they wish -

Free to change those colors whenever they please.

Sometimes the rooms change their colors overnight when we’re not looking.

Sometimes the new colors are even lovelier than the previous ones.

Sometimes they bring fear and distress swooping into the pits of our stomachs.

Sometimes we can’t decide whether we like the new look or not.

But things move on and the colors fade.

And one day you find a key.

Sometimes it is old and dusty.

Sometimes it is shiny and new.

Sometimes it is somewhere in between.

Your key fits perfectly into the lock on your door.

And as you ease your door open, your room fades away…

Your life fades away…

And your colorful soul meshes into the web of oblivion.