A second. A thought. A word, followed by more words. The end of an era, the death of the future. So easy to topple these dreams we build. A mere thought, a word is all it takes. Now, silence followed by confusion, followed by silence, followed by uncertainty followed by silence followed by pain followed by numbness. The end. The end. I repeat the words to myself- The end. I never understood the finality there is to those words. So powerful, words are so powerful when they mean something. I stare at the screen, I type. Why? What do I achieve? Nothing. I do so still. Trapped by words, through words I feel. What have we done to ourselves? Can we not feel without words or thoughts? When did we become so dependent on our own creation? Ah, the labyrinth that we have built for ourselves, and why- we no longer know. Words are leaving me now, they fade. I force my brain to spit them out. My brain tries. I can still feel, though the words are almost gone. Or do I feel? I don't know. Is it numbness? Or is it nothing? I need words to document my state of mind, but I can find none, so I convince myself that I feel not. I feel not, I speak not, I have no words, I write not.
