No color to perceive.
No straight vision.
No sense of stability.
No balance or coordination.
No scents to smell.
No sense of taste.
No comprehension.
Nothing audible to the human ear.
Not a single sense of understanding.
Not a single companion by me side.
No one in sight.
Nothing, Noone, Nowhere, None… No… Gone…
Nothing is my place.
Nothing is my heaven.
Nothing is my hell.
Nothing is void.
Nothing is my nothing.
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I'm just a crazy girl in an annoyingly 'sane' world. Navigating it through and through by following my own divine guidance. I have many passions in life and it all consists of my crazy boxer Zuzu, Art, Writing and Poetry, Dream Analyzation, Everything and Anything Horror, Creepypastas, Music, Spirituality, Animals & Nature, all revolving within an infinite pool of love. I advocate for love and do not condone hate. I'm here to help, not hurt. Heal, not harm. Nothing can or will get in my way, success is within the palms of my hands.
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I really liked the poem, Alex. When I read it, I felt the nothingness. I was alone. That is what good verse does.
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Thank you love! I’m glad you liked it. I’ve had so many days where I feel so blank and everything whirrs past me. I think this poem was the best way for me to describe that feeling.
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Writing is always a good release for those sometimes darker feelings that creep in.
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You got that right =)
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It has always been good therapy for me. I can channel those dark thoughts into a short story or a screenplay.
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Same here! Right now I’m just trying to find that balance with my writing between the funnies, positivity, horror, and weird stuff.
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Sounds like you are in a prime creative mode, Alex. It’s a good place to be.
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