Think of this nothingness what you will.

What once seemed like a pretty rich human being will turn into nothing but an outline. Drained and emptying by the minute. There must be something we're doing wrong. Our childhood selves weren't like that. Words will start becoming simpler and lack meaning, the essence will be lost in the lack of expression and the writings will start looking like something similar to a long vacant hallway that keeps extending the more you try to reach an end. Robotic and stale, I am but static passing through a large Tv screen, getting engulfed by the most insignificant of matters. Packed to the extent that it's exhaustive, that leaking cup of water. Humans are much like that and I figured. I no longer write to be understood.