Sometimes I feel I am suspended in emptiness. Yes, through every interaction with loved ones, through every emotive gesture that put minds in motion – what I feel is an empty hum of nothingness. Sometimes it is painful, sometimes not even that.
Does an ocean feel? The violent sea storm is as real as the dead calm of seafloor.
Why then this angst for this bland life which, most probably nearer to dissolution to true nothingness than ever before.
Yet, I feel this nothingness in this dead of night. `I’ know its odd – so I must be aware of `even’!
It’s a labyrinth that will not allow me to sleep and yet not let me stay awake.
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