The Void
I ache for a nothingless void. A place where I don’t have to think, but can just be utterly and completely me, while being nobody at all. I want to be on my own with a crowd of nothing; in a sea of grey mist, just barely existing. No sounds surround me, no sound escapes my lips. I want to hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and be nothing.
I ache for a void such as this. A place I am free from expectation. Free from obligation, agitation. I want to be solitary, but with solidarity; floating dreamlike in an empty world. No smells envelop me, no taste is with me. I want to have all of nothing, require nothing, need nothing.
I long for the freeing void. A place where I am me, nobody and everybody. My dream is to live in my subconscious. I want to freely drift in all parts of my being, while feeling nothing. No memories block my way, no pain clogs my mind. I want to feel nothing, be nothing, know nothing, love nothing, hate nothing and everything. I ache for my endless void.
I ache for a void such as this. A place I am free from expectation. Free from obligation, agitation. I want to be solitary, but with solidarity; floating dreamlike in an empty world. No smells envelop me, no taste is with me. I want to have all of nothing, require nothing, need nothing.
I long for the freeing void. A place where I am me, nobody and everybody. My dream is to live in my subconscious. I want to freely drift in all parts of my being, while feeling nothing. No memories block my way, no pain clogs my mind. I want to feel nothing, be nothing, know nothing, love nothing, hate nothing and everything. I ache for my endless void.
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Basically this poem is how I feel every time I talk with, look at, or even think about my family. With them, there is a continual crisis where I cannot be myself. With my family, I can never be free.