tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845964191766891808.post7086432886363660761..comments2023-09-15T17:43:19.342+03:00Comments on her-twisted-thoughts: Emptiness in a box*angel of lusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00159792824053168397noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845964191766891808.post-50847018068572544232011-05-10T07:29:38.456+03:002011-05-10T07:29:38.456+03:00There are moments when the void and emptiness beco...There are moments when the void and emptiness become a heaving ocean, teeming with waves, and drowning us whole. Emptiness seeps out, becomes tangible, and the box, our own self, is lost amidst this tumultuous roar, this endless torrent. Our self grows to the point where it vanishes; and our sight drowns in light to the point where we become blind.<br /><br />I've stumbled upon your blog by mistake. Enjoyed reading!<br /><br />Don't know how well I understood your poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com