Nullity knows my Name.....

 
I am weightless,
adrift in a silence so deep
it no longer feels like silence at all.
It is a hum, a whisper, a presence—
something ancient, something endless,
something that knows me too well.

I think it has always been here,
waiting beneath my skin,
behind my eyes,
in the spaces where feeling
used to live.

I do not hurt.
I do not ache.
I am nothing.

And the nothingness knows it.

It watches,
folding itself around me,
pulling me deeper,
closer,
until I cannot tell
where I end
and where it begins.

It does not speak,
but I hear it all the same.
A voice made of absence,
a soundless echo in the hollow of my chest.

"You were always meant to be here."

And I believe it.
Because what else is left to believe?
There is no hand reaching for me.
No light breaking through the dark.
No voice calling me home.

There is only this—
the quiet pull of oblivion,
the slow unraveling of whatever
I once was.

I should be afraid.
But fear is for those who still feel,
who still hope,
who still fight.

I do not fight.
I do not resist.
I only fall.

And the void catches me,
like it always does.