DorX

I stand again, listening to the abyss, as it engulfs my senses and devours space around me. Not the smoothest talker, but to escape its sermons is near impossible. And they grow on me like a fungus, convincing me of improbability of meaning, folly of truth and existence of nothing. I become unedible. Convenient, as i didn't want to share the last piece anyway. Someone opened a window. I feel a light breeze coming in and I realize how my room smells of rot and decay. 'Don't forget to put in your ear plugs from time to time', Someone says.