transitoriness of solitude

there are no more lights as everytime sands envelope my entire body.
i go down in unsure depths of an unknown void
unknown because my eyes are blind in the dark
im raised to the surface to see distant twinkiling of lights.
and then sink back
this circle repeats, this unending process of appearing and disappearing
till i become weary and lost
become aloof to the experience
just go up and come down
dwell on pain,
for its the only thing to dwell on underneath
emerge out of nowhere to breathe the fresh air once more
as i go up
again
to see the twinkling lights i know will fade.