Halls of the Dark Muse

We are all lost. Drifting upon this sea, blind, and unaware, but seeking for something hidden deep beneath dark shadowy depths which lay still within. A calm which lays just beneath the turbulent shores of white foam spewing forth leaving behind vanishing marks. Now and then souls collide, brushing against each other in the swirling daze. A moment which shudders, while it dissipates quicker then grains of sand caught trapped within the wind. A pool where it all comes together yet separates, precipitates and scatters the seeds abound. Perhaps ever seeking to once more emerge. Sink back in together and disappear back into the chaos. The internal chaos where everything for one brief moment is known but cannot be shaped into words, and once the ability to speak is imparted understanding dissolves and fades away. Leaving in its wake the empty vessel to find its way back home never knowing who it began but feeling the call deep inside as the waves roll, perhaps there the souls they sent out whispers. Whisperers not meant for ears but cling as the seaweed, wrapping around, cool, calming, pulling away, pulling apart, only to once more rediscover unity.