Walking, emotionless, observing and being.
Sitting in place, thinking, pure logic,
An answer to every question, one dominating your thinking, always providing the answer.
Never the feeling.
Oh the emptiness of logic.
Even knowing, can be empty without feeling.
This pure logic. That surrounds me.
To rationalise and deconstruct.
To render empty, to demystify.
Feelings eroding, and fading,
Into a distant poast memory.
Left only with logical thinking.
A way that never causes pain.
How could it?
There is no feeling?
Logic strikes back.
A voice making all seen.
Rendering everything visible.
But taking away its point, its reason.
And instead leaving it bare.
Unable to see past it.
Into the floodgates of reality.
Able to see,
To walk past and smile,
To talk and meet all that may come.
Able to make all clear,
But feelings left empty.
Left with pure logic.