The Silence of Your Ghost

Sometimes, the void reaches out from the dark depths of non-existence to playfully lick you, like a predator playing with its food, leaving us with lingering wetness. This lingering sensation then grows like a shadow that falls ever inwards, a blackhole that sucks-in the invisible light of your very being. Leaving you as nothing more than an air-sucking flesh. You then traipse aimlessly, like a man with no memory of what he lost but with a singular drive to get it back, you roam the desert with no concept of what a desert is. you roam for all eternity, for you have no concept of time.

The void leaves you with a silence of another kind, the most terrifying kind: the silence of your ghost. Upon the void’s embrace, try as you might, you cannot scrape out one single squeak out of your innermost depths, the fool that you are, who never paid attention to the songs from the depths is now left with nothing but guesswork to rely on. So you run around like a blind man struggling to find a timebomb in a clock shop. “Maybe that’s what it feels like ‘’ you say to yourself, shoving down countless videos, clicks, and images, trying to tear open the silence, to hear something, anything.