Spiralling

  The night is beautiful in it's emptiness. Enveloped within it's darkness, my mind is freed of distractions, and I am left alone. I retreat deep inside myself to think. Night brings with it many thoughts for me to let loose on in my mind, and it is always a splendid dance they do as they make their way in and round. With the night supplying the music, I join in on the majectic ballet of thought, our intricate movements create a web of ever increasing complexity around me.
  The center of this web is made up of dangerous thoughts, and I've come to find that the longer I stay in the dance, the closer I seem to be pulled into the bottomless spiral that has been woven straight through my mind. If the night around me is dark, and if the thoughts it fills me with mirror it, then I would surely slip into the hole. Inside I would find a place whose darkness reaches out and destroys any light that would try and penetrate it. A darkness that feels alive, the force that drives my dance nearer to it's beautifully damning core.
  This close to it, I cannot help but want to let myself spiral into that hole, cannot seem to find the reasons why I stay away from it. I find that here I cannot resist the flow of thoughts on the web, all leading into that hole.
  Closer, and closer still, the distance from the core gets smaller, the side-streams of thought spread apart and lose my interest. Down, and down more, the web on which I stand has developed a slight downward slant. Out from the hole comes thoughts that slowly rearrange my web. It becomes the perfect trap for a mind, ready to set it free. Currently, the thoughts I dance on are of my curiosity examing just what this situation might entail.
  Suddenly, I stumble over a strand of paranoia, and the dance is broken. I stumble downward, and more and more I find that my curious hopes are being choked by paranoia. The perfect balance of hope and dread causes me to stop entirely. Then, I realize too late that by spiralling my thoughts into over-analysis and questioning are dragging me downward.
  As I am pulled into the hole, the questions and the thoughts are consumed by the darkness. I find myself unable to think, unable to grasp any comprehension of what's happening. Just before the final fall, I realize what it maens to be set free, and then I am over taken. My logic, my reason leave me, all thoughts spiral upward, out of reach.
  At the bottom, everything becomes cold. All reality blurs and fades away, and I am left inside to find a way out...