Emptiness.
My mind ponders over other possible words, potential expressions to describe how I feel on the inside and the outside alike. I can think of nothing more. Through the wealth of words in my mind, seemingly placed there overnight by a practiced and steady hand, there was no other concept as close to what I felt at this exact moment and the accumulation of moments before than the word emptiness. I had no reason, no purpose –
What is that?
My mind snaps to attention, dragging itself out of the pool of confusion it had succumbed to drowning itself in. It had become weak, more than I could bear to admit, and the efforts I took in dragging it out of the ocean of submit were truly Herculean. In a dark corner of my mind, hidden safely and almost completely away, was a feeling I could not quite fathom, could not quite place in the void of my world. All I knew, unquestionably, was that it – that misplaced feeling - was unlike anything else, different from the lonely vacuum that was I. It was so near that I felt as if I could –
touch –