Uncertainty, Nothingness, The Final Caress
The gnawing, incessant emptiness of things left unfinished. A sense of incompleteness, the awareness of which, makes one anxious over the prolongment of its presence. The uncertainty of accomplishing anything that I find worth accomplishing has become almost as unbearable as the desolation of a loneliness that becomes more real with every passing year. This certainty is parallelled by a deepening understanding of the inevitable absence of all that I've ever known. This knowledge: that I might never know again, but in not knowing, be trapped in some horrid suffocating state, alone, unable to scream, unable to blink, unable to move... forever.