The Mist FIlled Path

The road and the bridge began to become blurry. The clouds started to spiral into a mass of grey and bright white. It was as harsh to look at as it was to look away. I wanted a distraction, but this was beyond distracting. I was seeing paths in the forest I had never seen before. Some how everything was swirling away from me. The only thing left in my vision was a path. The ground was saturated as if the earth were volcanic. The trees draped down and then shot up to the heavens. I didn't see and end. Truth be told I didn't see where it began, or where I began. Then I was the one spinning around...
I woke up on the path, so my 'just-a-dream' theory was shot to hell. So I started walking. And walking, then I start running. My mind was wandering too much. I was gonna cry again if I let myself think, so I ran. I have never missed someone so much.
I saw a small pool ahead of me. It is always at the end of that path.
The pool is filled with a placid black liquid. It looks as if it is lit from within. I decided against deciding to wade in. What ever the impulse to do this was, I shall never know.
From the moment I touched the edge of the pool I began to feel... Everything. The pool began to glow brightly. I had a clear view of my heart and soul. I was drowning in every feeling and thought I ever had. Love and hurt were at the surface severely warm and chilling in the core of me.
This was my own being and my own self.
So I decided to mend it. And I let the pool warm until it was only a bright light.
I slept on the shores of the pool that night in my dreams the worlds stopped spinning and the sky was clear.