Hopelessness

Finding a purpose for a meaningless existence is funny. And it is funnier to live with the connections that you make with the world, the way each channel digs into you and saps away your energy. But that is fine. Who are we to decide what is to stay with us and what is to go away. Everything seems to have its time, reason, rhyme, season, pattern..  The mind with its age old experiences and lack of originality lies suspended in an unknown vacuum. Even if you want to write, talk, reason, work; you can't as you cannot feel your very life force that could help you to do it. You are stuck in a time warp with no likes, dislikes, hatred, love, wants or desires. The sands take different shapes. Before you have a chance to make sense out of something you see, it is gone. Leaving you with the sweet-old drowning sensation. The eye-lids become heavy. Your eyes droop but you cannot sleep. The mind works relentlessly doing absolutely nothing. You want to scream, may be you just did. Yet there is nothing to hear in this vacuum you live in. As the quicksand consumes you, ever so slowly but inevitably, you even stop trying...