Response 6

5,4
Date:?
Dear Diary,
I am blind to time. I don’t know if it’s been days or
weeks since I entered my cave. T he longer I have journeyed
into its darkness, the further I have travelled
into the corners of my mind. At first, I felt all-consumed
- flooded with thoughts of my past, regrets,
things I longed for and things I feared I may never
have. Memories flash in my mind like fireworks, vivid
but silent in the blackness. T he way my mother smiled
with her eyes. T he last words I spoke to a lover.
T he taste of ripe plums from the tree at my childhood
home.
I realise my time in this void is coming to an end.
No longer do I know where the darkness ends, and I
begin. Will it consume me if I stay? T he cave has
served its purpose. But now I long for the golden sun
to kiss my pale, damp skin. I can almost hear the
murmur of human voices. I am watching the geese
glide across the reservoir. I am reaching out to cradle
life in my arms.