First Post! The Facade of Life
I feel nothing, but dead inside.
They scream for help, but all they get is emptiness.
Emptiness consumes the soul.
The soul is like Excalibur,
stuck in stone.
Stone.
An old stone soul.
An old stone soul that shines like a diamond
as a facade on its best days.
And an abyss of unknown proportions.
Proportions; what are those?
A fools word to be used as an excuse of excess.
An excuse of living is just a fallacy.
Emptiness has shaped itself as a stone
out of disproportionate fallacies.
What is life without the stone cold emptiness?
There is no remorse.
No apologies.
No sincere feeling.
Feeling nothing but shame
And embarrassment.
The mind is lost in thought.
Thoughts of nothingness and abandonment
Abandonment breeds fear.
Fear controls all.
Fear of being replaced.
Fear induces doubt.
I doubt myself.
Abilities. Money.
Root of all evil.
What else is expected?
Expectations are mindless.
Emptiness as a stone with all the
uncertainty of an old Excalibur soul.
The soul leads to the abandonment
and fear.
Fear creates expectations;
Emptiness is the expectation.
The life I live is just an empty list
of failed expectations.
Is this how I should feel?
Feeling is an unappreciated art.
An art that I do not know.
Emptiness is my art.
The stone knows emptiness well above all.
I am the stone with an diamond facade
But that’s all it is.
My life is a facade.
