Distance.
How you measure it is irrelevant.
All that matters is that you understand that the distance parallels the void inside. The unforgiving void inside that doesn’t care about my emotions. The sadistic void that tears me from my heart to my mind for fun. The ugly void that consumes me with malicious intentions.
Everyone has it inside them, some small some large. Some name their void. “Fear” “Anxiety” “Depression” I call mine “Me”. This void in my body controls every aspect of my life. This void in my mind controls my thoughts to works efficiently to solve its problems. This void made me it’s host from the moment I could begin what it means to be alive. This void pulled my strings and made me dance for nineteen years and no one ever complimented the puppet. They simply left their suggestions on how the puppeteer could make him dance to their satisfaction. For the audience, this vampiric void was merely a performance that would strive for perfection and only returned brilliance in every true attempt to impress. Except for one spectator. The spectator approached the puppet one day as he hung loosely from his strings. She noticed him as he was, while the void was oblivious to the puppets actions. She peered into his lifeless eyes and like a spark igniting a forest fire, a twinkle jumped from her dinner-plate eyes and illuminated something within’ the puppet. She smiled at the puppet, revealing a line of pearly teeth that she would use to cut his strings one by one. She tore him from the void that controlled him every hour of every day, and freed him. She believed in him. She taught him to fight the void. She helped him realize his potential. She was a gift to him, but she was no sorcerer. She could never stop the relentless pursuit of void, searching, scouring the Earth for his puppet so he can earn the population’s approval once again. He hopes one day the void will put on it’s final show. As for now he is certain the void hasn’t yet dropped the curtain indefinitely.
