Writing pieces 

A dark silhouette within the infinite pool of dread. Being pushed and pulled, breaking the surface tension as if it were gasping for air. It's distorted figure appearing to reach out in hopes to be saved, only to be met with the cold feeling of isolation. Its voice shrieking in agony, to be drowned out by thunderous waves. A light in the distance of a bottomless void. Just as pitiful, just as afraid, singing a sorrowful hum. It didn't struggle or flail around, but was suspended in animation, like fate had been determined.  Waves of colors warping the ripples of darkness around itself.  Reaching out to graze the silhouette., guiding it down to the unknown. The warmth calling like an alluring spell. Creating an embrace of bliss. Appearing to become one for a brief moment. Entangled within each others imperfections. Awed by the complexity of both individuals. Together undaunted to the unknown, but unable to coexist as one. Both wishing for more but none willing to lose themselves within the other. Separate for an eternity only to gaze with such infatuation, carving an image of what once was into the infinite canvass. Guiding an pitiful soul gullible enough to lose themselves to the same destiny. Loneliness.