Oh, how I am attracted to oblivion.
My hands reach out
to embrace oblivion,
to embrace feeling numb,
and
to embrace freedom.

My eyes close
to follow no direction,
to swim in dark depths,
and
to be in the unknown of known.

I am not depressed
but a mere curiosity
of what's on the other side,
of what's after oblivion,
and finally
of what is oblivion?