Caught up in a place where only a part of me exists. There is no past. No future. Not even a “now”.
“We could be stars if we could imagine life was real.” What does this even mean? I don’t know, but it makes sense somehow. To some distant entity within another part.
The human race, so far removed. Too many shadows. An impenetrable darkness. There is no hero, for she was only an illusion.
Journey Toward Healing 
3 responses to “Where Nothing Exists”
I wish it were otherwise, as all but a few do. You’ve captured your personal emotional world well. You wrote and that means something.
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Thank you, Dr Stein.
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Beautifully ponderous
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