Then something, then nothing.

The Light.

Vast, colourful, vibrant swirls of excitement and wondering.

Yellows, Reds, oranges and pinks,

Soft, calming and gentle to touch.

Warmth.

Too big of a concept for words, that when spoken, little is said.

Strings being pulled in all the right directions, intertwining but not tangling.

Then something.

The dark.

The yes then the no,

The pulling and pushing,

The all-consuming yet so devastating divisions.

The explanation that’s not there,

The all failing attempts,

Cold.

Greys, blues and blacks,

Vicious, spikey, hurtful points.

Then nothing.