The End of the World as We Know it

The futility of it all seems to reiterate itself every season. Emotions, places, thought, people – all seem redundant. And the only reason you need to live, is because you don’t die. And then you realize there is this secret vacuum cleaner (or vacuum creator?) sucking out all the humanity from you. And the ability to feel, the reason to think.

Then one day you wake up, and realize that you don’t care to fight anymore, you don’t care to love anymore (and that you never did.) You don’t care to believe, or understand, or challenge.

Even the ability to look for a world where existence would be justified is lost forever, because of the definite knowledge that there isn’t any. And never will be. It has always been about the senses, and once they are beyond stimulation, the definitions of perception and beauty change. It takes a second in your mind – to go from a living, breathing world, to one that simply has no tangible existence.