That's what sadness has led us to.. Nothingness.
We.. A breed who had never won a tournament match, though tried playing, never won a gold though tried debating, and then gave up trying, just lay there now, over sleeping, under eating; contemplating on bad choices; still, doing nothing.
Our conscience is at a strange dynamic equilibrium, strong enough to hold us from sinning yet so weak that we don't commit any act of virtue either; so basically, we do nothing..
The abysmal pit of nothingness is the most calming and unresting place there is; giving an eternal, frightful feeling of falling down yet a tranquil assurance of never hitting the ground.
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Desultory Thoughts
PoetryThere are times, when you don't feel anything at all and later, feel everything at once. The following unrelated pieces of writing are about that dynamic interval. Whenever I feel like writing, I don't know what format will it be? Will it be a poem...
