Some days are just bright, like anything is possible. Days like that are weightless, easy. One does not or can not feel the burden of existing in a world that is hell. But some days are darker, lonelier. It echoes the sound of a condemned soul locked up in a condemned world.
I am trying my hardest, to feel neither pain nor pleasure. I am trying to transcend life and death, to a point where even my very own existence does not mean a thing. I am trying to seek the beauty of this infinite nothingness where even purpose, meaning and sense lose their respective places in the web of human life. I am sick of asking ‘why’ whenever I feel this throbbing pain in the chest that tells me something is missing, something is lost. I am tired of finding ‘how’ the great grand universe conspires to make my dreams a reality. There is no greater power outside me. There is no dream. I am my own universe.