A Musing By Jhonen Vasquez

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Sometimes…

You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.

You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures.

You can pray,
all you want,
to whatever god you think will listen.

And still,
it makes no difference.

It goes on,
with no sign as to when it might release you.

And you know that if it ever did relent,
it would not be because it cared.

Opinions??

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Sounds like the “void”. I’m so tired right now to fully remember the void, but it’s a point at which all tears are spent and you float into a dissociative, catatonic state- nothing touches you and the desire to do things like pray is nonexistent. It’s the true void in it’s complete emptiness. I can only fully know it when I’m in there.