It puzzles me. It puzzles me when men walk willingly into the jagged claws of the night. Birth, college, job, marriage, retirement, death. The chains fortifying humanity are molded into shackles. Are we alone now? A world of people putting themselves before others. Hell, I know I do, most of the time. But this gets lost in the crowd. No matter how desperately we cling to the present, how madly we clutch, as we are constantly thrusted forward.
Helpless victims to the conveyor belt of relativity, for the pendulum of fate never misses its mark. We look to the sky, we look to the books, we look to the crowds, and we look to the crooks. No real answers are found. The green haze of complacency blinds me. I feel the room temperature penetrate my very being. They say an eye for an eye leaves the whole world sightless. I ask then; when thoughts can be bought, will the whole world be mindless? It takes one person to change history; it takes one lie to change a person. And so it is. The unreachable is grasped for by all. The essentials, taboo. Emptiness bears a toothy grin as it dawns the mask of acceptance. Pray to your gods, but be aware, that prayers for a better life are hereditary. Force-fed fallacies are far more comfortable than the hunger pains of truth.
I am alone now, met only by nothingness. But do not pity me, for there is solace in my singularity. Silence provides respite from the ten thousand eyed beast. This nothingness is personal. This nothing means more than everything. You cannot touch an idea, you cannot grasp a soul. You cannot kill my nothing, for it has never existed. It is my eternal salvation, my paradise, my perfection. A man may be stopped, but his nothing will remain. No matter how much they take from you, how callous and mangled your bones may become, you will always have your nothing.
Take comfort in this my friend.
