in a void where the Pandora's Box resides

Emptiness is a queer thing. Like reaching for a bottle of water when dying of thirst. To discover that its empty, and there is not an oasis in sight. Would one die? Or would hope still strive in oneself to stay alive?

I had never thought it would plague my mind as it does now. Once again a gap penetrates the already thinning consciousness of my mind. I can't describe it. So empty, empty... Like a solar eclipse. Merely waiting for it to pass.

Speech is of a hindrance to me now. I have no use for them, for who is there to listen? And what is there to say after? I cannot even sort out my thoughts, let alone arrange the words for which is wanted.

15 more minutes.

Goodbye to you, and godspeed.