Darkness surrounds me, covering me as if it were a blanket on a cold night. Silence caresses my face, like a pillow on a bed. I feel neither cold, nor hot. I do not feel hungry, or thirsty. This has been my environment for a long time. So long I don’t even know how long. I long stopped counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours I started here. What was the number I stopped at? What it a billion? No… Was it a trillion? I feel that I was closer, but that wasn’t it. I don’t know, but why should I care.
An even longer time has elapsed. Or was it a second? Time marches forward leaving me to wonder. Nothing to break the ever darkness, or the ever silence. Normal people would have gone crazy… No, any person would have become mentally insane with this constant environment. Luckily I was already insane long before I was imprisoned here. Or was it unluckily… Why does it matter to me?
Another time had passed… I think? I started to think about why I was in here. Was it for murder? Was it for the destruction I had caused? Was it the destruction I could have caused? Did I put myself in here? Well it doesn’t matter if I think about it I am in here and that is what matters.
Had time passed? I feel sorrow. Why am I feeling sad? When was the last time I had emotions? If I could feel sadness then could I feel other emotions? Am I allowed to feel emotions? No, wait... I was always feeling sad… It never left me. I have had it since I had entered this area. No, I have had it since long before I came here. What was I doing?
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Sleep? No I have never slept since I have been in here… I think? It gets hard to distinguish between dream and reality when all you see is darkness, all you hear is silence. There is a reason why I can’t dream… Wait, that’s not right… I can sleep but I choose not to… Why was that again? Is it related to my feelings?
Wait...
I also feel something else…
What is it called again?
Despair?
No that can’t be right, I have always felt sad…
So what was it?
Happiness?
No, I cannot remember when I had last felt that.
Anger?
What is there to be angry about?
Anger is not what I am feeling.
No I recognize this feeling, I have had it since that incident.
It's something that no human being, if I can still be called that, wants to feel.
This feeling…
This emotion…
Is emptiness…
“I feel empty…” I said after a long time, breaking the ever silence that surrounded my entire being.