#recongnize

He that does not know the green fruit, thus he will not be able to acknowledge or to recognize the fruit as ripe. And he that does not know the fruit neither green nor ripe, he will neither know the seed.

It was a voice that was unrecognizable, but seemed to be a voice of someone who I once knew everything about.

I felt a constant tug on my heart each day growing with intensity.

A feeling of merely nothing at all that pierced my mind like razors on innocent flesh.

Is it the nothingness that controls our inner thoughts?

Could it be that our gullible idea of nothing was so utterly wrong?

Maybe the nothingness that had taken over my drained body was everything that had happened. Maybe it was everything that would happen, all tightly compacted into a fabricated word in which they called nothing.