4/11/18

F**k it

Uncertainty,
Unknowingly,
Oblivious,
To it all.
I feel everything
At once,
Thinking of everything,
Anything.
Pitch black,
Walking to every edge,
North,
South,
East,
West.
Always wandering, never arriving.
Always reaching, never grasping.
I'm stuck, yet my heart races faster than a horse.
Nothingness.
Literal
Nothingness.
Motionless
While the world rushes around
You.
It's not cold,
It's not hot,
It's not windy,
It's not dry.
It's nothing.
Not even the slight drag of air as you wave your hand in the air in front of you. Maybe that's what it's like to be stuck in space. Nothing to weigh you down, nothing to lift you up. Nothing to make you smile or frown. Nothing to bring you to tears or to rise excitement. Life is a distant memory and death is an exercise. Thump, thump, thump.
Staring blankly at waves of nothing to comfort the creeping tingling sensation of demise.
I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm high and drunk and I just want to erase my existence, every trace of it.

Author's Note

High on coke

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[Quill]

And thus, one paves the path to nihilism, quite sad that such meaninglessness can be drawn from life, isn't there an upside