Embrace...

It would seem that I cannot escape the emptiness. It is everpresent and encompassing, yet elusive as a heartbeat. I can see it, hear it, feel it and yet cannot grasp it. It waits patiently, for the quiet, the calm, the stillness and silence... and slowly comes to hold me in its cold embrace. This weightless weight holds me down in place until I break again. I accept that... for I ... created ... it.


As I finished writing that and was reading it over, tears started welling up in my eyes. I was ready to post it as is, but instead, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, and then asked myself how many times I had mentioned the word "emptiness" on the blog. I dried my eyes and searched back. It seems lame to me to add links into a piece that just spilled out, but that is the way my brain travels when I take a step back from myself and analyze. I probably could have looked for more, but what I found thusfar seemed to cover everything.  Following is the amended version:


It would seem that I cannot escape the emptiness. It is everpresent and encompassing, yet elusive as a heartbeat. I can see it, hear it, feel it and yet cannot grasp it. It waits patiently, for the quiet, the calm, the stillness and silence... and slowly comes to hold me in its cold embrace. This weightless weight holds me down in place until I break again. I accept the emptiness that is...  for I ... created ... it.... and I am the one who must unmake it.