emptiness [Theme]

Reflecting on the inevitability of death and the world after it, a person more clearly feels the emptiness and meaninglessness of a life lived if it was not dedicated to something truly valuable.

The fullness of life that she is now experiencing only emphasized my emptiness.

Decadence, modernism is a scream art. A heartbreaking cry of hopelessness and despair. Emptiness. Not a crisis of art, but art of a crisis. The tragedy is realized. Faith is lost. No exit. - That's what decadence and modernism are.

Richard did not want to be remembered good. He longed to devastate those who had wronged him. US.

By no means always the palette of the world is painted in rainbow colors, if there is inner emptiness in it ...

As the shadow of the last, eternal separation falls on all partings, so the empty rooms, having lost their inhabitants, sadly whisper about how your and my room will inevitably one day be.

You're not alive and not dead, but you're blind - I know, I see it.
You sought neither the question nor the answer, you want a Golden cage.
You didn't ask, didn't lose, you didn't - you just looked at it.
Felt nothing and lived, and never even asked about it.
Oh, and you decided that the world is so grey, boring and small that make sense to live in it - no?
But it makes no sense not in it, it's not just you.

See, that's the problem. Don't you care that you could get hurt. Do you know how I feel? I'm devastated! And if you die I will literally go crazy. Understand, death doesn't happen to you Lydia, it happens to everyone around you, okay? With all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how to live the rest of my life without you!

I've killed Absalom, stopped the Damage... And here I am standing in front of the well of souls... And have no idea what to do next!

I feel nothing
I stopped to think,
Days and hours fly by like seconds.
Mother always said
If you want something, find a way to do it,
But she never danced in the rain of fire.
I go in the rain, in the rain,
I go in the rain, in the rain,
Is that correct or not?
Do I belong here?
I hear nothing,
Around the silent faces,
Silent cries in the distance, but I refuse to listen.
If hell exists,
Sure, the way he looks.
Would like it to be a dream, but real.

Ended Sunday, a warm autumn Sunday, naviavia pleasant languor, despondency and emptiness again approached Sosuke. Tomorrow he will go to the service, will, as always, rested to pull his strap, and so day after day, until next Sunday. Thinking about it Sosuke painfully felt sorry irretrievably bygone days, and he felt even sharper grey boredom of his own life. Now the whole world is in front of his eyes covered a large dull room with a tiny window, through which almost did not penetrate the sun, the faces of the colleagues and boss and his voice: "Nonaka-San, just a minute."

The woman has an amazing gift to inspire and devastate.

Other tricking - we soul eaten.

I'm gutted, like an abandoned shell.