He feels the emptiness inside,a void that's neither white nor black.There is no feeling that describes it,no definition for his state of mind.Soulless among the others,an unknown entity in the realm of ghosts.He has no past or future,time becoming an undefined constant.He finds himself at the edge of a gray sea,surrounded by white mist.There's hell hounds howling in the distance,a white owl hooting nearby.He must take a step,but which direction should he go?Not knowing if to jump or lay,he can't do anything but stay...
"My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it." - Hemingway
Love,Just.
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