Project Pitchfork The Gate
white walls . cold light . beeping sounds people gathering around . a beautiful tune somewhere frantic voices becoming softer . drowned by the swirling melody . filling my head sight becoming blurred . a tunnel of light attracting me . I pass through a feeling of freedom flows to me . freedom flows through me I see a lovely being smiling gently . welcome back my dear a voice like chimes . I've been waiting for you are you willing . I don't know I still have so much to do . I'd like to stay and rest but my children are so young . they need me as their guiding hand . it's your choice it answers by now I've recognized the being . and look forward to see it again with new energy and a will not to forget . I make my way back a flash of light . beeping sounds comming back to me I focuse my view on reliefed looking faces . I smile in remembrance
