To feel nothing is the complete and utter loss of hope; the devastation of a void where something of value once existed; it is a vast open space, cracked and scorched before you – not a inch to lay your bare naked foot upon.

To feel nothing is to float in an endless sea of grey; to drift on a current that carries you without sensation; to hear a cosmic rush of silence so loud that it is utterly deafening.

To feel nothing is to be looked upon, but know the other sees through you, past you; recognition no longer a possibility.

To feel nothing is to exist in this world alone, yet surrounded; loved, yet insignificant; you, but not even there.

Β© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.

I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}

About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography. View all posts by Nina D'Arcangela

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