It’s a great wave of emptiness that has decided to crash upon me once again.
I thought I’d got over this blackness, this nothingness. But it’s back, and I’m feeling emptier then ever. It all seemed good, I was happy to some extent. Well, happier then before. And now once again, I’m just falling.
Never ending falling.
No ground to stop me.
No one to catch me.
Nothing to look at either.
Just a gut wrenching feeling, like those when going downhill on a roller coaster, forever present.
I’m walking around, motionless, in a body suit.