There are unspeakably many voids that I have not meditated upon. What does this mean? What would we do? How does it change everything? Are we ready? Will we ever be? The emptiness is of no consequence. Several things have not been thought about, several things are not known. For what can knowledge achieve but label, define, theorize and describe. Immersed in this regression, apparently not that uncommon among Homo sapiens, I unbuild everything that I painstakingly built. I imagine and I fear. I imagine and I fear. Can all my life amount to nothing? Had it come from nothing? Many nothings that can stand atop the head of a pin. I wonder. I wonder because I see nothing but the here and the now. No past nor future exists. Just me, you and that which I feel. This pain where my heart once was.
It did not seem wrong or even insidious. But how would I know. It was never thought of. It just is.
Love.
p.s. Many words in this aren't mine. I found them here and there and strung them together. But the emotion is mine. Only the emotion is.
Time whizzes by and I, I write of glimpses I steal
1 comment:
the emotion is what that counts... and it is beautiful and true.
Everyone at sme point of time or may be at many points in time.. have pondered abt this i guess :)
Love !!
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