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Saturday, April 26, 2008

"Nothing" is worse than death. (sorry for the unintended double meaning)
it's worse than everything in the world combined.
cancer pales in comparison, tsunamis are little- when you have a loved one.

the worst nightmare is not one of monsters or death; its one of nothingness.
simple, yet terrifying.
a walk in what seems to be a forest;
a vast expanse,
a deep abyss...
of nothing at all.
you hurry along, searching frantically.
only to slowly realise, that you have no idea what you're searching for.
that there's nothing to search for
you're walking aimlessly
you have no clue why you're walking but you walk anyway
you dont know what to expect there's nothing to expect
you dont know what you'll find you know there's nothing to find.
just an endless path that stretches out to nowhere.

there's no place in the world for you,
the future holds nothing.

this is when you wake up screaming.

you heave a sigh of relief as you realise that its just another nightmare.
as you sober up to reality:
emptiness fills the cavity of your heart, tearing a fresh wide hole in your chest.
loneliness seep into your veins, slowly spreading like poison.
you soon realise that your nightmare was not all that far from truth.
in fact, it is a reflection of how you truly feel.

& nothingness, eats you alive once again.

over, and over again.



she's not here @

7:02 PM