My Big Bang Theory

In the matter of space and time I lay it all on the line as my mind starts to fray I hold on to a shred of reality, tightly as I can, in hopes it doesn’t all go away I push and I pull, wrestling the darkness, fight with all my might Something low, something snaps, I twist around, thrown down, holding on to what is left of my mind Silence, utter silence, then, I can hear a low soft whistling With a shimmer of colour and light, my mind explodes, a thousand colours across my field of vision With thin vapours firing out in all directions, my eyes can’t believe the impending collision I stagger to my feet, holding my breath and I count slowly; one, two, three, four With a sudden burst, my vision clear, everything explodes, expanding evermore