113. No Thing but Nothing
is another quest on the same path to no answers.
The voice on the other side... stops to think of
nothing but shadows and the words can't be found.
The life that has become the past is no memory
to be fond of... so she said with her silence, nothing.
The path they once tredged was a filthy journey
through darkness and back. When he emerged from
the darkness she had nothing to do with him. She
dreaded the idea of walking in such darkness again.
She despised the person she fought to forget and
the memory of his journey only reminds. She saw
no hope in recovery for him. She found solace
in being alone. She stood alone and kept to herself.
She put away her desires for companionship. She
died to her lust for embrace with thoughts of serenity
to keep her company. She was alone. She saw it by
herself. She is alone. She blames no one and her
blinded heart made it seem real, made her
think that she could numb the feel. To her... it was
real. It was sealed with her will to seclude. He saw
nothing but truth in her pain that her words of silence
spoke with ringing clarity to say... nothing. This is
no thing... N O T H I N G ! This is nothing.
