Interesting that Facebook would make a Never Ending Story reference when I’ve been tortured by the concept of being nothing all day
My one great fear, born from a children’s movie
Nothing
Terrifying
What does nothing look like?
You say nothing but you’ve never seen nothing in your life
You’ve seen the absence of a thing
Never no actual thing
Atreyu dragging the horse through the mud
Both?
I’m both the horse and Atreyu or one or the other depending on the day
Insisting I can drag humanity through this somehow
Being dragged by the mysteries of the Universe
The brush of the wind on my cheek
The way a star shines
It’s interesting how that movie became a metaphor for my life without the hero
Just me
Alone in my castle
How I identified with that empress
Never knowing it was ironically probably because I’d be the one slowly disappearing
No hero
It’s reality afterall
There isn’t one
How do I wield my strength in ways that actually help me?
The clock is ticking
Am I about to be sent to some far off place to disappear faster?
I won’t have access to the services I need anymore
You wouldn’t have to drag me if it wasn’t so awful all the time
The world around me
My life
I crave stability
But it’s something I’ll find alone
I suppose
No one’s coming to my rescue
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