Into the void, but never into oblivion.

Almost 30 days since I last put the pen to paper…. I don’t know why I wrote that.  I just wrote lengthy paragraphs about life just last Monday. It’s been good. As I write this now, I also realize my right hand is getting more and more fucked <replace with a more polite verb later>. I have no idea why my right hand has chosen to have this excruciating pain now. It started yesterday, and hasn’t stopped since.

It is not often that one gets to experience pain, excruciating as such.

It feels like a sharp-clawed animal is constantly gnawing at my right arm and there is no way on earth I can manage to shake it off. I wish I could shake it the fuck off off my hands — just two hard shakes and the pain is done.

But no.

For reasons beyond my capacity to explain, the pain, it looks like is here to stay.

If you started reading this expecting a story, I apologise.

But I also take it upon myself to explain to you that not everything is a story; not every beginning will lead to a story. Some beginnings are just experiences that will pass through you like a long sharp needle piercing through one specific point of our being. And then the needle disappears — into the void, but never into oblivion.