Grasping Emptiness within Darkness

This path seeming to lead nowhere, leads to my everything. People along the way fade in and out of existence.

This is an upgrade.
you're mind will not comprehend it
This story is dark and unfathomable.
This darkness is not evil, its reassuring and safe.

This darkness is nothing.
I reside in the nothingness.

The Unknown World of Lunacy

First impressions... there were none. Not knowing myself enough to really chose something to go on. You can see it in their eyes when they don't understand.

Unworthy... as they sink into their mindless worlds of deception. holding tight onto their preconceived ideas of what this woman might be, but you will never even come close to understanding the mystery behind this form, so many expressions, so many faces, so many seasons and so many changes, how this never stays the same for long, as the moon waxes and wanes so does she.

Does it satisfy the mind or could it be something they had missed? I am conscience of my being but I don't feel real, gazing into your curious eyes wondering where I had lost myself, feeling something extraordinary, having stolen that world from me. She was then looking for answers in every direction,

And so she sent herself out into the world, into a delusional world, but the world non the less, it may have been a dream, but it was now too late to ponder. She was wandering somewhere vaguely familiar, she had shoved it away into the quiet place of make believe, the feeling had fallen so far down she could barely remember if it was real, but so she went on waiting for nothing to find her, frantically scanning her memories, some false some true, of what she thought might have been her life at some point in time.

There was now a sense of emptiness, perhaps a loss of something vital.
I was there standing above the pathways... tired, weak and straining to keep my eyes open. Hearing someone crying out to me, as I turned away... hiding in the dark she held them... feeling inferior, vulnerable and anxious, they dissipated into her world of make believe.

And they always ask why it was said this way, what it might be about the hopelessness of it all that was so thrilling, what might it be about this world of fantasy that you might not interpret the very same way.

It stops for a moment, then I find myself wondering if I'm my own at all, as
something slides its way inside my head, perversion of the mind, being drawn into a haze. singing the song. singing it without worry.

Seeking refuge in the deafening noise, beginning to amplify, waiting for the day, but there was no waiting. "Chose a side" she said... No, I couldn't possibly.