Black...
-Mridara

The vast emptiness.
Like the black meaningless skies at night.
The silent lull of waves.
The rot of it all nauseating.
Foolish world. Foolish selves.
One lies on the bare sands
waiting to be swallowed into its deepest depths.
Away, away from all reminders.
Away, away from memory.
Away, away from existence.

- 5 / 11 / 2010