I have stepped outside of that world, that so called reality, I am now standing where dreams are formed and played in the circles of the eyes of those who do not see anymore when they are awake. I am in another place. You see me and I see you but I see more than just you. I see all that is unseen by those whose eyes are not opened in the light of day. There is darkness here. Fear. The smell of blood and rot and decay. Demons stalk and flit from person to person following me watching me… and each person they enter so briefly, upon it’s leaving pause for a moment and blink their eyes as if they suddenly had a thought but could not remember it and then shaking their head they move on. But there is more than darkness here. There is more than decay and the flesh of decomposing dead walking. I will not scream though they reach to touch me, to infect me with their death by brushing the decayed flesh of their bodies against my arm as they pass. I will not scream though it plays in my head as though I have said it but yet to myself. No, I will not scream aloud because I know He is with me. The dead cannot infect my body and the demons, though flitting from one to the next cannot touch me nor enter me for already the Living God is within and I am joined to Messiah Yeshua. There is no place for demons or darkness within me. But around me I am surrounded by death. But there is more. There are colors that trail behind my fingers as I sweep the tapestry of the air before me. There is the unraveling of this world, like a cloth and I see what is behind it. The voices torment me and sooth me at the same time. Their criticism of each action I make, their insistence that I would be better off dead… dead as those I see around me though noone is there? Is there? Where do all the people come from? Is there comings and goings where dreams are formed as there are when I am not in this place? Things are not what they seem here, in this place. Candles unlit melt, and words fall out of people’s mouths and tumble to the ground in a heap of letters and confusion. I cannot understand. Doors open and close and all around me is movement. Breath. The walls of my prison, the insects I feel creeping their horrors upon me even into my brain… insects or something else, probing, moving about inside my head. Everything is alive and yet dead in this place. Voices rambling incessantly, music creating patterns in the air, tasting colors, colors that seem to strike my eyes and drive their intensity into my brain. My screen melts even as I try to explain where I am here in these words that are written yet not written… I try to close my eyes… against the cacophony of colors and movement but no, in this place where I am I still see as though I had no eyelids to close and open at will. The voices tell me ways to kill myself. To end this screaming confusion and chaos. But I will not. For I know that while I do not understand, God surely does.