Living In A Void - Open to any replies.
Dear Diary,
Staring outside the window, I see many things - many beautiful things. I see the way the wind dances with the trees and the flowers swirl around in freedom. I see how the sky is so blue and the way children tumble around on the green grass. Their laughs echo through the air, reaching to everyone with happiness.
But, why do these never reach me?
The wind stops and the air becomes stagnant. It's hard to breathe. Everything becomes blurry through the tears.
I'm living in a void.
I'm living in complete emptiness.
I sit here and the world around me passes by. Why can't I control this? Why can't I get up and be part of it? Why can't I dance with the trees and play with the children?
I am paralysed with my own mind. I am stopped by the dark thoughts seeping in.
I feel so empty.
Maybe I am not living in a void.
Maybe I am a void.
Maybe my mind is.