Nothing

When I feel too much it feels like I feel nothing. I drift into a space where time doesn’t exist. Hours and minutes are indistinguishable and thoughts are not a thing that happens. It’s the vacuum, the void, the place where I go, sometimes to escape when things get too deep. But I have no control over the nothing. I feel like I have no control. It feels like it always has and always is and always will be. It’s just empty space where I used to be.

Art Journal Entry. Felt Tip Pen.

Copyright Katy Matilda Neo, 2016.


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