There is a new breed of emptiness that fills these homes, it creeps and spirals like a snake, waiting to claim it’s next prey. I have become a victim to it’s poison, it’s static that infiltrates and floods me with visions of all things that once went unseen, and all things that shall never be seen. The very nature of things that I had once thought I’ve known have been altered time and time again since partaking in this experience, since moving throughout this transition, since giving my all to the almighty seat that steers down the hallways of the greatest unknowns, facing me to come face to face with the very final fates that were bestowed upon me. It is in this that the hunger began, it is in this where the desire to hunt devours me like a black hole. My nature, as pressing, and unfolding as it may be; seeks to consume and fill what’s empty. For all I’ve known is the void, and all I have became is something of it’s servant, stringing along this vessel like a layer of dying skin, waiting to be shed. But in these very moments full of fleeting time that has seemingly become unknown to me, I am latched onto the idea, the longing, the somewhat strange and mysterious vision of formulating my own reality – one birthed in the void, one molded by the static, one colored by the darkness that emanates. And as my drifting mind wanders further and further into this madness, so do I finally breathe in all that follows this deficit.
The Deficit
