I am missing something.
It's in the forgotten moments between words
The distance between sounds
Its echo like a faded photograph in your unused synapses
But just enough to see and drive you mad
It looks like nothingness
And every thought and circumstance and feeling
It is a void of SOMETHING
And it HURTS
It's not that I'm missing a soul, a soul is probably what makes it hurt.
It's a Great Void.
And yet a great Is.
It's every unanswered question and pause
Every nonexistent thought you've ever thought
It is huge. Uncomprehendably.
And it stares into my core and I don't know
I just don't know
WHAT AM I MISSING
It reads as the question "Is this all?"
And makes you lose every shred of what you've ever thought you are
It's every particle of your awareness and reality
It is madness
It is what you don't say aloud
It is the thing you FORGOT
But you can SENSE it
And it's there for you to fall into and UNDERSTAND
BUT YOU CAN'T BEAR IT
So you fill your time with the things you can control called life and ignore it
But it's there in every spanse of nothing
That your mind is colored just a little outside of the lines...