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I sat, alone, in an empty room. The walls were blackened by the dusk of night. The room was situated at the end of a lonely hallway, opposite of a sunroom. The hallway was in between colors, parts faded and others not. But it did its job, it was a pathway. As I sat, I heard a stirring in that sunroom, which caused me to investigate it.
The sunroom is made of three walls, all with large viewing windows in them. It was clear and colorful, and produced a moving silence with genuine equanimity. The light from dusk grazed in and created a beautiful illumination.
As I approached the sunroom, I was shaken up. I felt a presence of an omniscient, peering peace.
“Is anyone there?”
The silence. Its’ presence soon became overbearing and brought me to my knees without my controlling. Clarity and confusion ran through my mind. It was new, never experienced by myself, though the room has been there my whole life. So I retreated to the hallway, to return to comfortableness.
“What is it?”
I did not know. My mind raced, never reaching a conclusion. So I returned to the ominous room for familiarity. I sat, again, but unlike before I was not comfortable, I kept stirring around. So I frantically looked for something to bypass the time. I attempted to read, but found my mind not focused on the book. I attempted to play the guitar, but it was not in tune. Everything I attempted to do was contradictory with what I wanted to do, yet I did not know what I wanted because I was lost in clarity. So I sat, and starred at the room.
I viewed it differently, for what it was, for what it was missing. I noticed its dull emptiness, and how it lacked the glare of the sunroom. It was windowless. The only light in the room came from across the hallway, from the sunroom. The contrast was stirring. The sunroom had something more, a presence about it. I wanted more, so I arose and flew to the sunroom. It had not changed.
I opened the door to the room, and was greeted by the light’s presence. As I entered I looked around, as I had in my old room. It was lacking in nothing, so I stayed. That day I moved rooms, from an ominous place to a luminous place. I was certain this is where I was too live, its aurora sustained me, and moved me. I never sat, in my old room again.
The sunroom is made of three walls, all with large viewing windows in them. It was clear and colorful, and produced a moving silence with genuine equanimity. The light from dusk grazed in and created a beautiful illumination.
As I approached the sunroom, I was shaken up. I felt a presence of an omniscient, peering peace.
“Is anyone there?”
The silence. Its’ presence soon became overbearing and brought me to my knees without my controlling. Clarity and confusion ran through my mind. It was new, never experienced by myself, though the room has been there my whole life. So I retreated to the hallway, to return to comfortableness.
“What is it?”
I did not know. My mind raced, never reaching a conclusion. So I returned to the ominous room for familiarity. I sat, again, but unlike before I was not comfortable, I kept stirring around. So I frantically looked for something to bypass the time. I attempted to read, but found my mind not focused on the book. I attempted to play the guitar, but it was not in tune. Everything I attempted to do was contradictory with what I wanted to do, yet I did not know what I wanted because I was lost in clarity. So I sat, and starred at the room.
I viewed it differently, for what it was, for what it was missing. I noticed its dull emptiness, and how it lacked the glare of the sunroom. It was windowless. The only light in the room came from across the hallway, from the sunroom. The contrast was stirring. The sunroom had something more, a presence about it. I wanted more, so I arose and flew to the sunroom. It had not changed.
I opened the door to the room, and was greeted by the light’s presence. As I entered I looked around, as I had in my old room. It was lacking in nothing, so I stayed. That day I moved rooms, from an ominous place to a luminous place. I was certain this is where I was too live, its aurora sustained me, and moved me. I never sat, in my old room again.