Into Oblivion

The living me sighed and felt afraid.

His collar tightened with a noose of emotion.

A shiver ran up his skin and crawled, writhing in his veins.

He felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

A cacophony of silence came crashing within the walls of his ears; blood filled empty sound. 

He strained himself to appear calm.

‘We will all die… even you and I’, the thought striking him in a palpable way. Albert Camus was correct, we are all on a futile search for meaning, unity and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of eternal truth and value.

No one cares.

We all live a meaningless life full of strife and pain.

We die and fade into oblivion.


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