Beginning, End, Vast, Empty
The beginning is never the same by the end. There is just to much empty unknown in between the two.
The vastness consumes so many of us. The us that were all once innocent, naive, hopeful, and unaware. The us who were just trying to navigate through the empty.
Our conscious misinterpretations of the already misconstrued-ed lies thought to be truth no longer hold any relevance.
So many souls succumbed to the nothing, and became nothing. Hollowed eyes perpetually fixed on the apathetic empty.
Forever staring yet never again capable of seeing, for even our minds eye must have eternal light to glimpse our world within and the world just beyond.
Copyright © Ashley Dibble | Year Posted 2016
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