I continue the incessant drone of my empty existence, always seeking and never finding; always screaming in my heart "Whats the point?!" I sedate myself with whatever I can find. But its not real. Its just masterbation.
I get to a point where I cannot delude myself into thinking that this is enough. I am forced to see my fundamental suffering. I am gripped by despair.
I remain still, aware, watching the despair. I see what is underneath.
Its the silence underneath the sound.
Then there is no more fundamental suffering.. maybe pain..
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