Hyperspace Insights.

On the back of his eyelids

was a wormhole to a

another world,

to a universe

that he only ever

uncovered in the 

small hours of the night.

When the night lights

faded away like a

slow stumble into

unconsciousness he saw

his life and 

Life was beautiful.

And he saw beauty,

and he wanted to capture it,

like an artist with a

measuring gaze,

or a like scientist 

with a measuring gauge.

If only he had time. 

He had a taste for the 

unknown like a child 

with a wild imagination.

Oh the wonders he 

would wander by 

in his night journeys to

the wormhole in

his eyes.

But the heart of the 

universe is a hypnotist.

And his gazes into 

the swirling depths 

were addictive and 

intoxicating and crushing 

like a one-sided relationship.

Oh, but Life was Beautiful. 

So beautiful, that over an 

eternity of days and nights

watching in the darkness

death had fallen love.

A jealous passionate love 

takes what it can

and destroys without 

thinking. 

And so, without blinking

the boy with the wormhole

behind his eyes stumbled 

into the great divide, 

slowly,

 like a light that

fades from black to white.

Author's Note

This just came into my head a few days ago. Tell me what you think, what can be changed and what your interpretation of it is. :)