Nothing.
Nothing comes
Nothing goes.
And yet, she does not feel alone.
She does not fear.
She does not shake.
She knows something resides within.
She knows that it wants something.
But neither party bears the resolve to put action to thought.
And so, she waits.
As does he.
Blind in the darkness.
Sitting against something, she simply waits.
Occasionally, he knocks.
Occasionally, she knocks back.
But somehow, as if they can see each other, their eyes seem to meet through the darkness.
And each time their eyes meet, the eyes of their minds, their knowledge grows.
Not a single word has passed between
And yet they know each other so well.
They have never touched, and yet she often feels his embrace.
Time bears no meaning in this world
Nor does space.
She doesn't move, neither does he.
Perhaps they forgot how to, perhaps they just don't want to.
Neither knows but still they remain, silent, still, patient.
Waiting for a word to strike them before their life falls from existence.
Jax
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The Antithesis Protocol
RandomSo, i stole this concept (in)directly from @inconvenient Its a collection of random thoughts thrown into something I consider to be mildly coherent. *DISCLAIMER* by stole I mean I originally saw the concept of this style of writing from @inconvenien...
