"Void (noun): A completely empty space."
The void. Vast, gaping. An abyss of the unknown, of nothing. An indescribable pit of raw absence and naught. To gaze into the void would surely be an experience that no compilation of words could ever bring to justice. Yet they try.
I stand here, and peer into the swirling emptiness that lay before me and I cannot help but wonder; is there really nothing there? I see a mass, made of grey, that swirls and drifts like clouds spiraling down a heavenly drain. I feel as one may feel had they been far out in space, detached from the world and the life around them. Unaware of existence; unaware of themselves. Focused only, on the ever present mystery and the emptiness before them.
That is how I feel.
There is a roaring in my ears. A sound I never heard, in all my days alive upon the earth. Alive within the life I made upon that turning mass of spite. It presses in on me, surrounds me with its ringing silence, heavier than the largest stone, berating me, crushing my being until I feel I cannot take it anymore. The dull, consistent drum of nothing works its way down inside me, refracting around my very core, dragging me down into the nothing until my mind is blank and null. I cannot think. I cannot feel. There is nothing within me, but the silence of the void, and the weight of the nothingness inside.
Where am I?
I feel myself slipping within the recess of my mind. I hear myself screaming, trying desperately to hold on to... what? What is left for me here?
The void is at my feet. The slow, seductive dance of the monotonous haze drawing me in, teasing me with mystery, with intrigue, in the way a woman would tease a man with the promise of something more if he should only make one move. I feel it wants me. I hear it calling to a depth of my soul I was never awakened to before this very moment, and I am moved. Desire to fulfill what could only be described as destiny hits me with a passion stronger than anything I ever imagined. The urge to enter this vacuum and become one with the void is overwhelming, crippling. It brings me to my knees. The temptation is taking over, curling around my very being, dragging me down, towards the grey, towards the cloud of wonder and unknown, filling me with desire to let myself fall forward and plunge into the void.
I fight it, I kick, I scream. Somewhere in this new found crevice of my inner being, I do not wish to give myself up. A dread settles in my chest like a stone, cold and heavy, sucking every once of numbness from my bones. Too late, I feel emotion again.
The abyss controls me.
I feel myself slipping, falling.
The void has won.
I stand here, and peer into the swirling emptiness that lay before me and I cannot help but wonder; is there really nothing there? I see a mass, made of grey, that swirls and drifts like clouds spiraling down a heavenly drain. I feel as one may feel had they been far out in space, detached from the world and the life around them. Unaware of existence; unaware of themselves. Focused only, on the ever present mystery and the emptiness before them.
That is how I feel.
There is a roaring in my ears. A sound I never heard, in all my days alive upon the earth. Alive within the life I made upon that turning mass of spite. It presses in on me, surrounds me with its ringing silence, heavier than the largest stone, berating me, crushing my being until I feel I cannot take it anymore. The dull, consistent drum of nothing works its way down inside me, refracting around my very core, dragging me down into the nothing until my mind is blank and null. I cannot think. I cannot feel. There is nothing within me, but the silence of the void, and the weight of the nothingness inside.
Where am I?
I feel myself slipping within the recess of my mind. I hear myself screaming, trying desperately to hold on to... what? What is left for me here?
The void is at my feet. The slow, seductive dance of the monotonous haze drawing me in, teasing me with mystery, with intrigue, in the way a woman would tease a man with the promise of something more if he should only make one move. I feel it wants me. I hear it calling to a depth of my soul I was never awakened to before this very moment, and I am moved. Desire to fulfill what could only be described as destiny hits me with a passion stronger than anything I ever imagined. The urge to enter this vacuum and become one with the void is overwhelming, crippling. It brings me to my knees. The temptation is taking over, curling around my very being, dragging me down, towards the grey, towards the cloud of wonder and unknown, filling me with desire to let myself fall forward and plunge into the void.
I fight it, I kick, I scream. Somewhere in this new found crevice of my inner being, I do not wish to give myself up. A dread settles in my chest like a stone, cold and heavy, sucking every once of numbness from my bones. Too late, I feel emotion again.
The abyss controls me.
I feel myself slipping, falling.
The void has won.
