Darkness

I walked, I walked without a hint or a reason or faith. I walked in darkness stumbling, trying to see light in the farthest corners but there was none. The voices in my head may have blocked the images somehow rendering me blind by the eyes. But these voices were not clear, they more resembled loud noise which drove me further into the darkness, into the abyss with no hope of return. Occasionally I heard voices, momentary clarity among the chaos. The voices told me something, I tried to listen but I could only hear them. Hope was lost with me in that darkness, in that unknown. I had no clue what to do so I let go and drifted in that darkness with voices calling at me. But I ignored them. I made them fuse into the noise and let them go as well. I lost sense of time and reality became abstract and agitated and slowly I obtained a state of unconsciousness. I lay there in that slumber slowly losing myself bit by bit when suddenly I was jolted by those voices again. I was still lost and did not understand them. They were calling me, trying to tell me something but they were too faint, losing themselves in the ocean of noise that filled my head. I tried to listen but I was distracted by the noise. It was difficult to concentrate. After failing many a times I tried harder to listen to them over the noise. They were indeed calling me but I could not see anything for the darkness had consumed me. Slowly but steadily they grew louder and they got clearer. They were trying to help me. I stopped fumbling and stood still, shut my eyes hard and buried my chin into my chest by pressing my hands on the back of my head. It helped. The voices rose above the noise and now I began to get some hope. I listened intently for the voices only spoke momentarily. Again I heard the voices. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. First I thought it was a mind trick. But it looked like a hint of light. Very far, but it was light undoubtedly.  I began running towards that light but I fell down hard. The voices roared in protest and I looked up, the light was still there, faint yes, but still there. I got up and slowly began to walk, carefully. The voices that I heard, they were comforting and giving me strength to walk. The faint glow that my eyes saw gave me hope. As I started walking I realised I had not lost faith. Even though my head was filled with loud noise disorienting me, there were still voices that gave momentary clarity and restored my faith in me. So I walked, slowly and steadily seeking the light yet again… I walked…

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