Event Horizon


When I looked up

All I saw was the event horizon

And the last blink of white light

That ever existed.

Then all was dark.

Then I was alone.

A solipsist,

Engulfed in a miasma of forgetting,

Without a single soul in sight.

That was the fleeting moment in which I forgot

Every colour I ever knew.

But just because light cannot escape

A black hole

Does not mean it ceases

To exist

Within it.