I stood there and looked blankly into the abyss. Motionless, waiting, until there was some kind of response from within. But there was nothing.

It was damp outside. Steamy from recent rain. The earth smelled clean and hopeful. An honest kind of smell. Nothing at all like the void.

It echoed inside until I swear I could hear the very bowels of hell beckoning to me. And I cried out in anger. Frustrated and mad.

I couldn’t quite isolate the mark of my distain but I was disgusted; with its entirety and impatient from wasted energy.

I will repeat myself, calmer, this time I informed it. The darkness barked back indifferently. Yet once again my words were lost to its gravity.

More like a beast that guarded a treasure of innocence. It ate my words with out chewing

I have no power over you.