Depression isn't feeling like nothing, it IS the nothing.
It's the nothing in the air,
the nothing in "good mornings" and "good nights".
It's the nothing in your life,
and it's the nothing that will be your death.

And you know there used to be something,
because you used to feel that something,
but now it's suddenly the nothing.
So was the something ever even there
or is the nothing waiting to be something?

And you panic,
because all you know now is the nothing.
And as you panic,
you fall further
into this nothing abyss.

And you don't feel dead,
but you certainly don't feel alive.
You're floating in the nothingness,
screaming for someone to somehow
pull you back into something.

But they can't,
because all they see are the somethings,
and all you have are the nothings.

Like two feet, we are,
Alone we both are.

in search of enlightenment, I burn
I exhale. I inhale you
therefore I continue...
life’s footsteps pacing towards nothingness

A long pause,  just here and there.
can hear the heartbeats not in sync like before.
its running faster… trying to escape…louder...thirsty...hungry

Insecure bird.


fear to fly, resting in the nest.

Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- Listening could mean getting lost in your own thought of tranquility
- Or even your own devastational whir
- Listening doesn't have to be with your ears
- Just the exhaustion of emptiness that outlines your skull;
- Or even the numbness that conquers every length from spine to external excellence of your mind;
- Gliding from one emotion to another could be the loudest transaction without making a single clamor;
- Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- But the utter perplexity of ones thoughts drowning in the sound of nothingness.

Anything visible, and
anything that can be grasped by thought,
is bounded.

Anything bounded is finite.
Anything finite is not undifferentiated.
The boundless is called Ein Sof, Infinite.
It is absolute undifferentiation in
perfect,
changeless
oneness.

Since it is boundless, there is nothing outside of it.
Since it transcends and conceals itself,
it is the essence
of everything hidden and concealed.

Since it is concealed, it is the root of faith
and
the root of rebellion.

As it is written, "One who is righteous lives by his faith."
We comprehend it only by way of no.

Perhaps it is in nothingness
that there is true power
for in being nothing means
to have room to become.