Rescuing a spider from the bathtub got me thinking about purgatory.
Trapped in a vast, alien expanse.
Can only struggle to exhaustion, wasting away.
Or descend into a dark, moldering portal.
I wonder if other such fates are interrupted by equally incomprehensible entities.
Released or squished.

Wondering if a state of timelessness is terrifying or not.

To sink back into the comfort of my own personal abyss. Soothing pools of void and scintillating vibrancy.
Haven of the psyche, built within imagination.
The black grain of indomitable sand lost in the storm of reality.
Our bulwark, foundation, against the unknown.
The unimaginable Beyond.

I long for the timeless moments held in memories, separated from the stress and anxiety of their old context.
We do not remember what haunted us in those moments, nor the following days.
Just moments.
Dimly lit, night lost rooms.
Interior of a car, raining outside.
Mornings and nights without end.