The void

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
After learning that the love of my life found happiness with another and we can never be, i ventured into the forest to think my thoughts.
This is the result.

Submitted: August 31, 2016

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There comes a point in life when a person finally knows what will make them happy. For some it is attainable. For others it will be forever out of their reach. Try as they may, they can never get a hold of it. It leaves a void in their life that nothing can fill. Though they try. Endlessly grabbing distraction after distraction. Anything that occupies their time and mind, temporarily covering the gaping hole in their life. Nothing sticks for long. Nothing hides the emptiness inside. Others rarely see the sadness residing in them. They smile, they joke, they laugh. It's all for show, for as soon as they are alone it consumes them yet again. There's nothing they can do when the solitary sadness takes over. Nothing distracts them. There is no cure, save for that one thing that is forever out of reach. So they seek company and pretend the show is reality. They surround themself with people to ensure the show goes on. Inevitably, the curtains will close. They'll hide away from the people they've surrounded themself with and succumb to the misery of solitude yet again. There is no loneliness in the solitude. No more than in life itself. They dream a dreamers dream of vanishing into the world, a faceless nomad, searching for something that perfectly fits the empty void inside them. The search may go on for many, many years. Abandoning the many places they've been, and the many faces they've seen, delving into the wild. Forever wandering, yet never lost. As time flies by they find themselves settling. Building a home amongst the canopy of a dense rainforest. Late one summers night they lay nestled in the treetops, observing the majesty of the glistening night sky. The creatures of the night scuttling underneath as the soundtrack to the epiphany they've been waiting so long for... The void WAS them. The void was who they were, and they it. They smile as they observe one last shooting star, close their eyes and wish upon it the same wish they'd made on every shooting star for so many years before... "I wish she stays happy forever"


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