I came around ,
and everything was gone.
Everything .
Even the whisper of shadows.
Not some vague reliquary of pretense.
No,
the actual void itself
it didn’t so much stare back as it did mock
or invite.
An Invitation with all the tenderness you’d expect
from nothing.
Words unwritten don’t vanish, they change as they wait.
In the void they are nothing and fail to satiate.
The moon wasn’t given
or taken
but still it felt forsaken as though…
the only thing she ever shared .
hanging there
cruelly unknowing
and bared.
Constant reminder,
( Why bind her ? )
In the stillness spooning ***** laundry you call out
, but nothing calls back.
In the void its never what you have
its what you lack.
No renewal.
The tide heard and smelt but not seen.
Etched in the wet sand of shared experience
schematics of some unknowable machine
was time
a promise,
a lie.
Screed or syllabus ?
Recondite disclosure.
Perspicacity relenting to nulbeity.
A deliquescing realized but all too slow to save us
or anyone
anything. None forgave us.
Try an tell yourself it’s okay
Although everyone can see it’s not.
Then try and vainly remind yourself you don’t care about them
never have
never will. Not them or their lot.
A will never had
more than just empty or vacuous
and far beyond sad.
Alone before the beauty of the falls cascading.
Letting go as more than just falling or failing
resolute and unwhimpering
reactions only alchemical wailing
Endorphin betrayal internal fading, steadfast
abrading .
She may walk these hills in her long black veil.
I will do
I won’t do
I cannot resort to failing.
To matter,
to not matter.
To lose
or prevail.
Self polemical.
Time WILL give us
" nothing. ".
Comfort nor elegance.
Befuddled useless wisdom.
Sardonic efficacy , unwanted and unrelenting.
Thankful are we, the ignorant.
For what is bliss ?
He didn’t run away
he ran in.
and didn't MISS .
He didn’t end
for there was no way to begin.
In the void.
In the nothing.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC
I came around ,
and everything was gone.
Everything .
Even the whisper of shadows.
Not some vague reliquary of pretense.
No,
the actual void itself
it didn’t so much stare back as it did mock
or invite.
An Invitation with all the tenderness you’d expect
from nothing.
Words unwritten don’t vanish, they change as they wait.
In the void they are nothing and fail to satiate.
The moon wasn’t given
or taken
but still it felt forsaken as though…
the only thing she ever shared .
hanging there
cruelly unknowing
and bared.
Constant reminder,
( Why bind her ? )
In the stillness spooning ***** laundry you call out
, but nothing calls back.
In the void its never what you have
its what you lack.
No renewal.
The tide heard and smelt but not seen.
Etched in the wet sand of shared experience
schematics of some unknowable machine
was time
a promise,
a lie.
Screed or syllabus ?
Recondite disclosure.
Perspicacity relenting to nulbeity.
A deliquescing realized but all too slow to save us
or anyone
anything. None forgave us.
Try an tell yourself it’s okay
Although everyone can see it’s not.
Then try and vainly remind yourself you don’t care about them
never have
never will. Not them or their lot.
A will never had
more than just empty or vacuous
and far beyond sad.
Alone before the beauty of the falls cascading.
Letting go as more than just falling or failing
resolute and unwhimpering
reactions only alchemical wailing
Endorphin betrayal internal fading, steadfast
abrading .
She may walk these hills in her long black veil.
I will do
I won’t do
I cannot resort to failing.
To matter,
to not matter.
To lose
or prevail.
Self polemical.
Time WILL give us
" nothing. ".
Comfort nor elegance.
Befuddled useless wisdom.
Sardonic efficacy , unwanted and unrelenting.
Thankful are we, the ignorant.
For what is bliss ?
He didn’t run away
he ran in.
and didn't MISS .
He didn’t end
for there was no way to begin.
In the void.
In the nothing.
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