i’ve slipped into nothingness. there’s nothing wrong, yet there is nothing to say, nothing to share, no words to describe this not here, not there space. how do i then explain to you, how do i share and make sense of my life and what is happening- or rather not happening?
there isn’t a way to say to you, everything that is happening, that could normally be described as an “issue,” isn’t an issue in this case. it is just me… being. letting go of all the doing mentality, each moment stepping away from action as a way of living. simply allowing myself to breathe into a new space, without needing to do something, say something, take some type of action in order to feel valid.
but isn’t it weird, this space of nothingness, just sitting there, doing nothing of value, hardly even thinking, isn’t it strange and problematic, perhaps even symptomatic? i mean, i’m saying, isn’t something wrong with you?
it’s okay for you to think so, for you to feel uncomfortable and question why. it is okay for you to look at things that are different and label them as other. but what you are doing has little to do with me.
i am content in this space, feeling full of empty, free of nets and webs and boxes, including self-made, free of otherness, in a space of all inclusive oneness, inside this nothingness.
me? i am just being… me.