Detour through Nights

Emptiness

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing"

Well Sitting in a worn out truck at 3 in the morning with solitude wrapped up sure is something else. You meet this another person inside who's supposed to be extinct.
I laugh watching myriad spirals of galaxies above me, reading the stories they are tryin to tell.

"Is it really that bad?"

You know this feeling when you feel like you gonna get pulled in like a black hole and the emptiness never fades, swallowing everything and anyone it gets in contact with

"What do you see?"

I see a person trying so much to crawl out of that pit that force but with each try his conscious gets weak until he's at the edge of stopping.

"But does he really stop then?"

Not really, They survive in their own self and that's pretty much an accomplishment.

"Going home?"

Nah, Not anytime soon.

#poeticgrapher