There is a place where nothing means anything, anymore.
I would like to say that it is dark, to write of black velvet and the soft crush of rose petals against skin- to spin for you why have never been there and enviable and blackly romantic place. But to do so would be a lie and I am beyond lying.
Everything is gray. Everything is the same and it’s not about pain and it’s not about suicide. Do you know what it’s like to put a gun to your head or a blade to your wrist and to know that pulling the trigger or drawing the knife across your skin would mean nothing? Life, death, existence: they are nothing. Beyond them is nothing. You cannot believe in heaven or hell, no grandiose god or pedantic devil lust after your soul and beyond this there is only more of this: the gray. The fucking futile birth, copulation and slow organic decay.
There is a place where nothing means anything anymore and it is inside you. There is a place where nothing means everything.
true.
so uselessly true.
I really liked it.I thought it was nice.
Diluted, and unknowledgeable of the reality out in the void of the shadows, there is spirituality at work though emotion, expression, and even that od opinion. Wisdom is gained through the understanding, and belief in that of the language of the divine. Not of religion but that of truth.
Its out there, and it tries to speak to deaf ears. Open your mind and accept the truths of reality.
-MCL-Rob Widit