And in these moments I am consumed.
Not by the vastness that surrounds me,
but by the howling emptiness inside my mind.
It screams and wails against the silence,
insatiable in its desire to devour.
Light.
Warmth.
Colour.
Draining every ounce of it from the world around me.
Until all that is left,
are dark skies shrouded in grey clouds,
as loneliness washes in on the crashing waves.
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Cognisance Amongst the Clouds.
SpiritualA collection of thoughts, feelings and musings.
