Welcome to the void
a taste of my anxiety
Imagine a still lake, mirroring exactly who you are in this very moment: the tired eyes, the faded smile, the scattered will to live.
Beneath the surface, in the depths, drift all your anxieties, all the unfinished things, and all the fears that have followed you.
And you remain suspended above it, as if every second could be your last, as if time itself has stopped and only anticipation floats in the air.
You drift in a state of weightlessness, feeling every fiber of your being pulled downward, as though you were split into ten thousand pieces, each one called by the depths.
In that silent water, in the background, a deep voice echoes , not like a dramatic herald of doom, but a formal, precise one, announcing the closure of a chapter in a life.
It feels as though an official figure, stiffly dressed, solemnly declares that this is only the prelude to silence before a foretold ending.
That is the void: a place where apparent stillness conceals the storm that may come.
A place where “nothing happens” is merely the prelude to something unknown, but never anything that belongs to the realm of true peace.