A petrifying silence caws from beneath my throbbing skull. It’s oddly settling; the world caving in to an ambiguous darkness that engulfs the spirit within me, pulling me away from myself. The darkness is dry. The swift air and mild breeze are occasionally comforting. I feel alive.
What is this? Where am I? Who am I? How did end up here? I contemplate the meaning of my existence in this dark void filled with sparks of loneliness and a strange longing: a longing for another time of laughter, heartbreak or even fury. I feel nothing.
I cannot see. I cannot hear. But the space around me is black. The clouds in my head are black. The veins in my heart are black. Every memory I have ever treasured is black.