Supernova

The world floats, and I flounder, not wishing to sink. Music is no longer a sound as it becomes a white explosion, the volume so loud. My body is and isn't, glowing light trying to undo my skin from the inside. The pain is searing, and I scream wordlessly, the heat too much. Supernova. All gets sucked in just as it expands infinitely, and I am a blackhole, cold and empty, there and here and nowhere. And so I cry an invisible flow of tears, whatever action that makes me a being pulled away too quickly, never with me long enough to call mine, until I am merely a mind with snatched thoughts, and then, inexistant.