Delav
Questioning myself as a writer. What makes me so? I suppose realizing it is my choice to be this or that, I question myself as any thing at
The troubles and emptiness you hope to escape are born of the void that is you. If you can choose to make peace with the raw material of nothing- the absurd wonder of being- you will see there's nowhere and nothing to escape...only more of the same. I can't say that authoritatively, but it makes some sense. So, while you're here and I'm here, however that came to be, let's see about learning to laugh at this heart-wrenching madness. Besides, we're already "dying" anyway. Give it time.