Sometimes nothing seems so peaceful. The ultimate quiet, pure emptiness.
The other times, it’s completely terrifying. Not knowing what or why, all this nothing seems like something, something very wrong.
I want my quiet, comforting nothing.
I want back to being gone, not a complete mess, a tragedy that came from nothing. Give me peace and quiet, emptiness. Not caring about anything, but in the free way of it.
Not the black mass that my head is turning to.