When even thoughts find no echo
It’s not pain.
It’s the absence of everything.
No anger, no scream, no resistance.
Only an inner freezing.
The world keeps moving, as if nothing happened.
Someone laughs outside. Somewhere, music plays.
The clock ticks. And inside, something sits that once was hope.
Now it’s just mass. Heavy, sluggish, silent.
Thoughts circle, but not creatively.
They circle like black birds gathering over a field where nothing grows.
You watch the day begin and wish it hadn’t.
Because the night, at least, is honest.
But the day demands performance. Answers. Presence.
There is no plan.
There is no strategy.
There is only a feeling that can’t be expressed,
because every word would be too bright.
Too clear. Too alive.
And sometimes, within this darkness, a thought emerges—
quiet, dangerous in its stillness:
“Maybe this is just how it is now. Maybe it never ends.”
Words & Sound
No Light
A door to the outside...
...behind it lies a YouTube video, waiting just for you. Whether you want to see it is entirely your choice.