Arriving in this plane,

i felt puny,

queasy.

My mouth tasted something stale and terrible.

Olfactory disgust was rampant throughout my nasal passages.

I might as well have swam in a swimming pool filled with bleach,

having swallowed some on the way out

judging by both taste and smell.

At least i was clean,

and would not need to devote any time towards

such pestilent cleaning.

A swing of a discordian pendulum marked the time,

a mark in which the tension built

with amazing, enigmatic energy.

I often wondered what kind of time it was

since i couldn’t help but feel like something’s not right.

Ten minutes? Three days? What did that temporal space envelope?

Sadly, i could not tell,

since all i could see was the pencil i held

but not a single letter on the page.

I was horrified by the dark in this place and the thought of

things unbeknownst to me might come to annihilate me from that plane,

so i was not going to get up and wander around at the risk of

possible exclamations of “ow,”

leading to potentially blatant f-bombs.

Such japery would imply that i’m an idiot,

and i thought i was too weak to do such things, anyway.

I could have been in an infinite pandoran narthex,

or in the centre of a large stadium of eternal dimness,

one being more probable than the other,

but the nebulose intertwinings of shadowy and tangled mobius

webs prevented my curiosity from being sated and expanding my horizons

beyond that little spot of white noise on the ground and deciding on where i am to go.

Too bad.

After quite some time pondering about why i was there in the first place,

wasting my time dwelling over what i have done wrong,

the expanse became finite for a moment,

showing a perfectly symmetrical entrance to somewhere overflowing with grandeur

and the sound of glorious music that i heard not through my ears

but through my mind.

I suddenly forgot my fears and ran towards it before the binds of the webs

entangled me then shot me back like a bunch of slingshots.

I was then reminded of my insignificance,

and the entrance blipped away.

This was the evidence i needed to infer what caused it,

though the method was highly improbable to me at the time.

All it took was for me to consider my past and all i have done

then think that i deserved to reach the entrance.

It took many a try, but i did not want to stop

as this plane of miserable existence was annoying as heck,

and eventually a thought did the trick

releasing the webs around my prison

and i did well at reaching the goal i had set roughly

five minutes ago by discordian pendulum time.

Since then, I have improved greatly

and this story that was briefly told

is one that i wish to put behind my back

since i have learned, as i love to do, that

a person’s mind easily degenerates into something slightly less impressive

when they get lost in such a non-physical plane plane of thought

that is a perpetual shadow of doubt of their abilities.