A vast, blank canvas is the only thing I can picture in my head
staring back at me, showing no relection of emotion or any depiction
of a thought
this scares me more than the pain I endure
Not feeling
Not knowing
Unable to conjure up a reason to show anything
Suffering in silence
It stares back at me
I can't even hear the ringing in my ears
Silent, absent mind
I have given so much, taken so little
Why do I keep questioning myself?
My place here is to forgive, to forget, to give, never receive
Yet I am compelled to want the opposing force
So to combat human behavior, I am forced into this:
Nuetrality above all, definiton of the self is irrelevant
I will not participate in this any longer
Everything's fading, signifying it's arrival
Silence