Empty

Why does it always have to be that something must be going on in my mind? In my heart? Why?

Why can’t I just be void so that nothing can hurt me and I hurt nothing? Why can’t numbness swathe me from all sides and up and down for no season can swing my moods? Why everything can’t turn grey and I cannot make out the blacks and the whites apart? Why? Why not?

Why can’t my heart be annulled for sensation? Why can’t my mind be the vacuum where thoughts find no place to land, or survive? Continue reading “Empty”

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