void [Theme] Page 40

It seemed that life was over ten steps away, in front there was nothing else, only a dead black void, to respond to the cry of the deceptively dull echo.

I often hear the sound of emptiness, in unison with her run and we...

Unrestrained anger pronti my dreams, take me out of that emptiness...

That there is no void, there is a lack of faith.
There is no love, there is the presence of lies...

I like this feeling of emptiness. The feeling that I am a mirror reflecting the clouds. I sail with them across the sky. The mind does not interfere, silent. Why does he have to interfere?! Yes, we - Tina and dirt. But we - the dirt that is talking. Talking dirt. In the beginning was the Word, and there is no escape. And way back there, too, because we are too far gone, and all that is left is language (speech) and "death".

- ... knowing the essence of evil, not necessarily become a villain. And is it, knowing the so-called good, is sure to become good?
- What remains?
Emptiness... and vampirism. It's the only thing in the void.

The search must start with yourself. No love can satisfy us if we do not love ourselves, because, going in search of love with the emptiness inside, we find a new emptiness.

I loved and hated,
But now the soul is empty.
Everything disappeared, leaving no trace
And do not know of chest pain, a shard of ice...

Many people are aware of the emptiness, but to notice the hopelessness, you need to be a lot of resentment for life.

The fast pace of the big city and a huge void inside him.

Where hope dies, there arises a void.

Trouble is not the worst thing that can happen to us. Worst of all, when with us, nothing happens.

When you have nothing, we can only unleash the imagination. You try anything to fill the void.

American psychologists conducted experiments: unsuspecting trick people reading random numbers. All participants immediately found the list of certainly not existed in this regularity - they themselves just made up.
Nature abhors a vacuum, human chaos. Our consciousness is arranged in such a manner that we perceive only when it fits into a story.