Emptiness – finding from a desk drawer

A wood full of mist, not warm, not cold, just neutral. A world without superlatives, a place without meaning. Being without contact, an existence without feelings. A paintbox without colours. Colossal indifference, lead inside chest and feet. A song in which notes don’t make any sense, a language without words, being an stranger amongst friends. Sleeping without dreams, functioning mechanically and laughing with a tinny ring as you are continuing.

Note: this probably sounds better in German, I did my best with the translation…


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