The Journeys of a Lost Soul

"Let's begin again, that is always the best part," - Gemma Troy As the light twisted, turned, wormed, it flashed across me. Within a second, I could no longer tell where I was. I was everywhere and nowhere; everyone and no one; everything and nothing. I felt it with a cold shiver as I passed through other beings; other departing souls. Before I knew what was happening, it was all gone. Everything. There was no light, no dark. No touch or taste or smell or sight or sound. The blankness consumed me yet again, the loneliness coming along with it. I was nothingness moving through infinity. No time or space. Only thoughts made real. The consistent voice in my nonexistent head whispering nothings to itself. Wondering about what my next life may be like; wondering if I may yet find my purpose and move on to Higher. I'd never heard of it happening, but then spirits can't talk to each other. We don't coexist. We are our own things and are forever alone until we find out purpose and complete it, moving to Higher. After a second of eternity, there was a flash. And then darkness consumed me. I let it take me like every other time, feeling the heaviness of being fit into a body.