It will be simple to say that maybe I won't feel this way anymore.
I wont feel like anything anymore
Simple to say this when your stuck in suspension, a person in a cryogenic pods, frozen, the passage of time meaning nothing at all in the endless nothing, the held breath of space.
I want to fall, to dive off the edge of the cliff and into the endless deep, feel the cold water pull me back to the world, reach out for the air above me and swim upwards into the cool still night air.
The air filled with possibilites, the future unknowns, holding the collective lives of everyone around the word.
I'm going to start my own destruction diving headfirst with ink stained fingers and a head filled with nothing at all.