Here

The emptiness surrounds me like a wool jacket two sizes too small. It is suffocating, intense. Why is nothingness so dark? All around there is no light, just darkness as thick as a black bear's fur. If only there were a bear here in this emptiness. Maybe it wouldn't be so lonely, so quiet. Where is my voice? It seems to have disappeared, gone in this empty space. Lost, to never be found. No escape in sight, this is my eternal prison.