The Body Possession Feeling

In the flowing darkness of the delirious night I saw once my being sink with my essence escaping, get dissipated in dissociative domain of ethereal ether where I heard the sound of the distant bells toll faintly, masking the music of my life’s violin fading away in stalled time’s deadly depth of smothering silence. That night I felt my frail body paranormally possessed, the pounding heart pushing blood to the brain in a rush. While with the swinging sense I floated in the thin air, the vaporized eyes strained in vain to clear the vision as they looked vacantly held in the helm of hallucination, shaping the engulfing ominous silhouette of collapsed space. That’s when I saw a pale figure appear as if frozen in the mist outside the window open on the seraphic sky. As the gloomy clouds cleared I saw in the moonshine the smiling face of my mother who I’d lost decades ago. She came to take me with her, but before I could say ‘wait’ I crossed the boundary between self and spell to recoup me.