@waywardoakdown | continued
“See, for most people, that’s the case, but that’s only true because they don’t know what nothing is like.” The endless void of everything, until thoughts blur into each other and you can no longer remember if you are supposed to exist, or why your thoughts have meaning or form in the first place.
“Nothing eats away at you, in bits and pieces until you’re a part of it, it exists to recreate itself in whatever it touches.”
It starts out easy to pretend, everything is dark, don’t open your eyes and just keep holding on to that lie. Until you can’t take it anymore and the realization that you aren’t blind hits, there is just nothing to see, nothing to feel. It’s one of the only things that scares him, the thought of being back in that endless stretch of dark.
“Very few things are worse.”
The sun raised a brow at the man, it sounded as if he was speaking from experience rather than anything else. Lips had curved down into a slight frown -- perhaps he had a point? Yet, no matter how much time Liane had spent on Earth, she had never felt nothing.
There was always something, no matter how small, that made everything something -- it made everything worthwhile. “Why do you speak about it in such a way?” Liane only ever seemed to see light, everything was bright and cheery; it was rare that she would feel anything else.