Brownian Emotion

feel liked a carved out pumpkin at Halloween,

The maniacal smile so meticulous and,

Dazzlingly bright that no one can see the obvious hollow beyond.

I feel like a fridge freezer,

so full of promises but open my plastic facade and

all you’ll find are congealing condiments and a wilting lettuce.

I feel like a solitary shadow stalking

The languishing late afternoon,

Existing by absence, fading in the rising darkness.

I feel like the last fish in the dead sea,

Swimming endlessly through obscure waters,

Wondering what state do I exist in with not a soul in sight to observe me?

I feel like a far away frozen rock,

Orbiting the outer reaches of our solar system,

A barely visible flicker too unremarkable to be considered a planet.

I feel like a black hole,

Hiding in plain sight at the centre of the galaxy,

They stare directly at me, mistaking the screaming void for serenity.

I feel like the Singularity itself,

Before the Big Bang blew time and matter into existence,

Outside of space, I am the unknowable and unfathomable nothingness.