staring at the world through the filtered lens of the abyss, an ever spinning counter clockwise void of nothing with a shimmering black center
unaware the ground beneath is slowly consumed by the unrelenting hunger, standing with locked knees and vacant adoration
slipping, slipping into the end, is it falling if there is no sense of movement, just the gradual eventual consumption, like going to sleep with open eyes
every molecule of being slowly unraveled with a nonchalant ease, just fading out without giving in, a sense of becoming less while joining infinity
resplendent emptiness, finding your inner beauty by phasing out of existence, an inevitable paradox of being while not being at all, of living in death
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Actually really beautiful
I found my relief from existential depression at the moment I discovered the beauty in existential thinking that oddly gave way to comfort in life and it’s eventual end and our alone.
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this was meant to be more bright and hopeful like you took it.