Stop.
Close your eyes.
Feel the gentle breeze cooling your scorching body from the sun.
Listen to the construction of the nearby house- A dilapidated form of old age and abuse.
Take note at the handful of piercing voices of the children running about the field.
Inhale each thought, each sense, and each emotion in with every uneasy breath.
[I’m here Alone, unaccompanied in my helpless, wandering mind.
Observing and learning of my surroundings.
I feel powerless and vacant.
Is it possible to feel so empty and yet have such an abundance of thoughts racing thought my mind?
Is it possible to feel nothing and yet be so dejected and poignant at all once?]
There is nothing.
Nothing but the sound of construction and screaming children.
The grass is green.
The sky is pale blue.
It’s a beautiful day.
Why have such ugly thoughts?
Nostalgia.
Look at them.
All of the children.
I envy them all.
So care free….Having so much fun
Not a care in the world.
Having no idea of what missery will inevitably come.
Look at them in the sand; digging for adventure.
Digging for imagination.
And here I sit.
Digging, just the same.
Digging though my seemingly empty mind.
Searching for what?
Searching for words to describe such a pain.
Impossible.
These words don’t exist.
