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

HURTS

HURTS

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

Reminding you

That your mind is colored just a little outside of the lines...