I have an empty glass in my hand.
I long and thirst for something.
I look around and see nothing.
Total darkness surrounds me.
I feel like I belong in this black world.
A world of no color, light or joy.
A world that is simply a dark place.
An endless void of nothingness.
A world that I can relax in peace with no distractions.
Can this last forever?
A table appears in front of me.
On it appears to be two jars of liquid.
One jar has water in it.
The other jar has some sort of red liquid in it.
I have an opportunity to no longer thirst.
This was something I was waiting for.
Something I was hoping and praying for.
I look to choose a jar,
But I’m hesitant.
I shake the feeling away,
But then I stop myself.
I quickly realize that I will change.
I will no longer thirst.
If I no longer thirst,
Then where will I go?
Will I go to a better place?
Or will I go to an unimaginable, scarier place?
Plus, which jar should I choose?
Will water be enough to quench my thirst?
It’s pure and untainted.
It has a familiar taste that I need.
I have nothing to fear with water.
We all need water.
Yet, how do I know that this is good water?
Looks can be deceiving.
Maybe I’m supposed to choose the jar with the red liquid.
Perhaps I’m being tested,
And need to choose the red liquid.
Maybe it’s the one with the right nutrients and essentials,
And it could be a nourishment to my body.
Maybe it will help me survive.
Perhaps it’s the most honest,
Despite it’s unique look.
But it could be poisonous.
Perhaps there’s something fatal in the red liquid.
It could hurt me in more ways than one.
The possibilities are endless.
Which one should I choose?
I choose neither.
I turn my back away from the table.
I walk away from the two jars full of liquid that could’ve saved or killed me.
Why take an unnecessary risk?
I walk into total darkness.
I walk around and see nothing.
An endless void of nothingness.
A world that is simply a dark place.
A world of no color, light or joy.
A black world that I feel like I belong in.
Yet there’s something missing for me.
I long and thirst for something.
I have an empty glass in my hand.
The Warfield Zone 