I am driven because it keeps the void at bay.
It front of me there was a black hole, in the smoke of a burning building.
Someone had asked me the night before the meaning of the word void.
The void is an emptyness, and an everything.
When I saw the cloud of black smoke in front of me, I experiences a feeling of slight terror, as something was consumed.
The sky was a bright blue and the cloud was black.
I was at the edge of things. Ready to go deep into things.
Explosive force. I like volitaile things. Small explosions.
I was so near to the abyss, which I had long since craved, the feeling of something moving over me and in me. A bit dark. A bit surging.
it’s time to be unapologetic, harsh, and firey
The outcome of my days is always the same: an infinite desire for what one never gets, a void one cannot fill, an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul.
I am feeling like this
Something, an extreme dark force, a trauma, a swirl, a dull pain reeling through the core of the body.
Terror and pain as a sharp prick
things taken without reason
and yet, this mixes, at times, merges
silken surfaces push against it, with a joy which is possible only when one has this horror, like a weight which.one must both escape and carry.
Deep, dark, soft void; I am going to nudge right against you