Loneliness. The intoxicating brother of emptiness. It binds to us. It chills us. It takes away all functions of our senses. It brings down our mortal ego. It snuffs out the flame of hope. Whatever trickle of strength we have left, it laps up with its deceitful tongue. We are blind men fighting against a world of nothingness. Nothing we do can fill the void. It is a vacuum that draws out all your emotions. Till you have nothing left but the blank wall you face each day. The blank faces you speak to each day. The blankness of the work you do each day. The pointlessness of it all. It no longer makes any sense. Each day you lift your hands to do your work. You drag your heavy feet along the path. You enter a building and you leave it. And you do it again. And again. Enter. Leave. Enter. Leave. And again. The world is mundane. You no longer serve a purpose. You just live each day as it is meant to be lived. But its simplicity is a doubtful matter. For there is a pounding in your head that never ceases. It drives you mad. It takes your sanity. It converges your thoughts into one such that they no longer make any sense. Your head hurts. The pain is never relieved. It remains. Until you no longer feel it. Because you no longer feel anything. The whole craziness of the entire matter. None of it makes sense. The senselessness of the world is senseless. The senselessness of this claim is senseless. Loneliness is a senseless matter. It takes away all reasoning. It takes away all understanding. It takes away all sense. There is only that void to live in. An empty world of nothingness and senselessness. A pitiful world of loneliness.
Notsnhoj
