A Short Story That Has No Name

Retreat into a world of pure happiness and joy is strictly speaking, impossible, but to eliminate constraints is to eliminate doubt, fear, and the prison known as reality.

Are we correct in saying to retreat is to abandon?

I like to think otherwise, to abandon is to erase, to let decay, to remove from ones life, I view my journey as a visit to another realm, a place of rest for me, maybe a home away from home. I am not sure of this place as of yet, but the clouds are not above nor below me, not in my control or out of it, they are simply, everywhere. The sky is illuminated with the eternal cry of an unseen nothing, but it is definetely something, yet it places no hand on my shoulder, has no stake in reality. The water is air, and the air is me, you, and everyone beyond living. Woe is me, never before have I dared venture beyond the conventional, beyond the rules, beyond the fabric of reality, and it is all I will ever want, it is all I care to.......words escape me. Existence is meaningless yet the basis of this realm, and it exists as a non-entity based concept. Linguistics does not do my explanation justice.

Beneath the waters of salvation exists not a single fish, yet I feel empty inside and out. Has a lack of purpose brought upon me this sensation? Nay, I am assured by the god who is not god at all, to need purpose is to need fear and pain and obstruction, to live as a nothing is to truly be free.

Am I alive?

Nay I am assured by the terrace overlooking reality, you are no longer living a variable in an equation, here, nothing is everything.