I see my infinity taunting me.
Mocking the paltriness of my life.
We are in a small empty box.
It is full of nothingness.
Our being is of husks.
My life is a game.
I am inert.
I am blank
Pointless.
Bare.
Gap.
Void.
And yet;
I am here.
I am aware.
My mind feels purpose.
My body feels essence.
My soul feels significance.
I feel nothing halting me.
I am free of inhibition.
I see infinity still taunts me.
But I see now that it is in my hands.
