In that moment you know there is a loss.
Another tree falling in the forest with no one around to hear.
A simultaneous explosion and disintegration,
Both too subliminal to be seen but too excruciating to be ignored.
Just another drop in the ocean.
You grope, exerting all of your energy to wrap your mind around
Nothing at all.
You’re losing your grip.
Hitting the ground as hard as you can,
But the void is still indiscernible.
Remember. Remember. Remember.
Something once so relevant has slipped out of your hands and it’s
You’d sell your soul to recover what’s been lost,
If only you knew what that was.
That’s all there ever is: Goddamn blanks.
People, every stranger you’ve never met, dance through your mind on a silver screen.
Memories play themselves out, half-formed and distorted, yearning to be complete.
But the screen is in flames, being eaten and torn as you watch. Tied down. Helpless.
Tears roll down your somber face.
Another one gone.
Another tree falling. Another drop in the ocean.
How long can you go on losing things before there is nothing left to lose?
Is there anything more frightening than not knowing?