Embracing the calm emptiness,
Forgetting the world and its inner workings.
Erasing the mind.
Deleting the feeling.
An empty shell.
A blank slate,
Not noticing happenings.
So that nothing can touch me.
To empty the mind,
Watching it spill, overflow and dry up.
Leaving nothing but a dry, cracked base.
The emptiness, the doubt, the uncertainty, the unfeeling.
Different, abnormal, empty and unhinged.
An arms length away.
Moving to the bottle for all feeling,
The feeling I threw out,
The life made empty.
The erasure of being.
The tank run empty,
The mind run dry,
The feelings run cold.
Forgetting. All that may hurt. All that does hurt.
To avoid hurting others, as I do myself.
Forgetting this feeling that entraps me.