I am

I go
to a well, deep with shallow thoughs
I descend
to the hole in the ground
I shiver
as the air gets cooler
I stumble
in a rock at the bottom
I fall
on the dry soil
I crawl
towards a dim light
I find
a path leading down below
I walk
in caverns of a distant age
I stare
into the pitch black, hoping to see the light
I lost
my way and the faith of finding the exit
I sit
in darkness, still and stale, as the air
I inhale
the nothingness
I crave
the nothingness
I am.