Omnia- the Founding of Real Feeling

I register now that I am one step up- one more level above the mediocrity from whence I came; a pit of hyper exploitation, stereotypes, and angst. Yet I cannot help but remember the good; the emotions. Love, hope, togetherness. What was real. Was. 1

And now, I feel that being put into question, and a new feeling, mindset- new colours, new senses, wash over me in waves of nostalgia, which is the last trace of my worldly feelings. When the waves have subsided, all that remains is nothing... I am blank. Ready for the changes I would undergo; I was born anew, and could no longer remember my past, my dying of old age- I merely find it curious that one as old as me (or, as old as I once was...) could be so young, pure... innocent... now. 2

Remembering...3

As those around me cried, I could feel their pain, and as I slipped away, I felt hope shining through me, and a smile tugged at the edges of my wrinkled mouth as my eyes closed.4

Goodbye.5

Around me was everything I had ever known, simple and pure to extravagant and glamorous, but missing the "magic" which had once been a part of remembering my past. They were simply shadows of things that now seemed trivial. There was nothing there, and yet everything. All. Omnia. 6

Omnia... that was what this new found land was. Older than anything, but newer than all to me. I could feel the contrast. 7

No one spoke, as there was no one to speak. I felt everyone and everything, but saw nothing. My instincts to see, hear, smell, and feel were gone. I "felt" in such a way that cannot be put to words. This was feeling, and I realized, now, that this was how feeling was meant to be.8

I tucked what had once been my platinum hair behind where my ears were at one point in time, and accepted this new sense, the feeling of others.  9

I could sense many beings around me- old souls, (with them came the remnants of tattered memories) and those younger, white and pure as opposed to the darker- black, and seemingly lacy. 10

Could I communicate with those surrounding me? No, nor was it needed. In this new land- place- mindset, things were merely felt- and felt in such a way that nothing else was of importance. And who, or what, was around me? I had no desire to hear the answer. It resounded in me, loud and clear. 11

And then curtains of softness came down on me, sent from a new sky. Not rain, but what was what might be described as... peace. 12