Emptiness
Creeping into the small corners and hidden pathways of her soul, a quietness and emptiness moved. It wasn't a peaceful quietness. Within the darkness inside, she could feel it pressing in on her. Tendrils of emptiness that grasped at her, leaving a shivery coldness behind. The emptiness was like a dark cold desert inside her being. It echoed with the haunting melody of ghosts and whispers. Trapped inside the quietness, she could hear it ringing in her ears. The sound of silence. It engulfed her, knocking the breath from her lungs. She had done everything she knew how but it didn't help the emptiness that surrounded her. Cries resounded again and again. The cacophony of crows cries except there were words. Words. So many words. What did it mean to know them when they did not help. She could see her whole life before her and the dark spots where the memories were dimmed or hidden. She had worked hard in her life but felt like it was useless. She tried and did her best for so long. But, the best and trying were not good enough. They were nothing. She turned into the looming blackness of emptiness. Maybe it would be peaceful there. She fell with arms spread wide. The sound of wind rushing past her ears. Then again, it was not wind. It was the quietness and loneliness of her life. Engulfing her body, the quietness was heavy. It made her body feel heavy and light at the same time. She was floating. She was alone. Emptiness surrounded her.
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