The duality is what surprises me. There are days when I am an Easter chocolate bunny. Wrapped up shiny on the outside, but an empty shell inside. A void of howling wind nothingness. The opposite of presence, a complete vacuum.
Other times, I am a black hole,infinitely dense and drawing all things inside me, full of darkness so complete the light cannot escape. I am frozen within, unable to thaw, to breathe, to live.
Then someone says "You're doing so well through this," and I think "How can you not see the eternal emptiness that has taken my soul?" How good must my mask be to keep them blind to this truth?
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