The Rift

Have you ever stood at the edge of a precipice and sensed the crevasse within, the trembling plates of the subterranean heart. Across the chasm lies the ‘new world’, the answer to all your questions, the solution to all your problems.

Have you ever considered such a prodigious leap? Not just a step to take you to the other side. A step to jolt the very foundations of your present existence!

You vacillate a lifetime waiting for the perfect moment when the leap will come naturally and will propel you across. But the moment never arrives, does it? You dither endlessly trapped between the walls of reality and practicality. The mind is a window to the surreal, a gateway to Elysium. But the window is barred. Barred by the incessant ranting of a rational world and the inexorable ties that bind you to the existential ethos of the human race.

Can you not transcend to a level of existence that is beyond the peripheries of a mundane life. A journey in to the deepest, darkest corridors of your mind. A journey that you have always considered but never under taken for fear of what you may find.

Will you always stare listlessly across the great divide, your eyes pleading to focus on the obscure images of a superlative existence.

Every time you turn around and walk away, the rift widens. One day, the image will lose itself in the galactic nebulae of your mind. You will remain forever trapped in your sordid sanctuary. A grotto lit only by the smoldering embers of a squandered imagination