• Nothingness. A word we often do not want to hear. Here there is nothing. Here is where one person is confined to live their life in agony. The pain of loneliness eating away at their fragile heart. They beg for death, but it won't come. No they live until the madness consumes their soul, their hearts. He screams for this to end. How long has it been already? One day? A month? Maybe even a few years. Here time has no relevance, it means nothing. He stands, he walks. No sound can pierce this blackness. Even as his bare skin thumps against the cold ground. It felt like marble. Cool to the touch, almost frozen. He walked on and on. After what seemed like hours he collapsed onto his cracked knees. His legs felt like jelly. The cold harsh reality. He was alone. No one, nothing.