Four years ago the clocks started turning back. I open my eyes and see nothing. I feel nothing below or above me. I feel the absence of things. The absence of my flesh, my bones, my body, my mind. All that is left is awareness. I see nothing but the absence of colour. Its not a black darkness. Its simply nothing. The interior of a black hole. I recall news of a black hole lingering along the edges of our solar system. All that time ago. Four years ago. When the clocks started turning back. I hear nothing. Until there is a something. A small thing. A voice. I listen. There are more voices. The sounds are human. How long has it been since Ive heard a human? The sounds scratch along my now present attention. They carve into my hearing. They are horrid, wretched things. Voices screaming. Growing loud and desperate. How many voices? Billions. This is the birth of our species. We are born screaming. Its all we know to do. We have screamed for eternity. Within this empty space.
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Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave
- Family — The ties of kinship, parenting, and unconditional love
- Friendship — Celebrating the bonds of loyalty, trust, and companionship
- Hope — Words of encouragement about optimism and brighter futures
- Humor — Witty observations and humorous takes on everyday life
- Imagination — The creative power of the mind and visionary thinking
- Inspirational — Uplifting words to motivate and inspire positive action
- Life — Reflections on the meaning, challenges, and beauty of life
- Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection
- Philosophy — Deep thoughts on existence, knowledge, and the nature of reality
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression