The Void

A Story by Lost in Life

Just a free write off the top of my head.

The Void

In emptiness I sit. Deep inside my own chest. Is this it?

I get up slowly to wander the field of debris that others have helped me build. This clutter..emotionless, yet overfilled.

I drive a shovel deep to make way for something to surface. Looking for something. Some type of purpose.

Do I continue to dig and find fault in what I now own? Will this be my grave or am I seed to be sown.

2 feet deep and a paper is found. It's next to my foot on this uneven ground.

It reads:

If you've found this then I welcome you to your Void. A dark abyss in which you are now employed. You're to continue digging until you find the light. But be warned the darkness can also be your plight. In sorrow you shall grieve and in happiness you will be pleased. It is the mixture of both that will bring you to your knees.

So I dug..and dug.

Each time I drove the shovel a flicker of a memory began to appear. The first was a memory of uncontrollable fear. I was a boy and there was this girl. I was in love and gave her a pearl. She held it with pride and shed out a tear. Little did I know, losing her was then my biggest fear. She's gone now, never to reappear.

I dug more.

A flicker of hope. I saw a bright light but slipped down a slope. Landing on my rear I saw more darkness, yet heard something very clear. This memory was my passion. I was much older playing guitar in a room. I felt my music but it derived from doom. That bright light. That flicker of hope, was merely a way for me to cope.

I stood up.

I saw my Dad. This man.. Last I could remember, he had forgotten my name. He died of a disease in which his memory was claimed. His lifeless body on a gurney. It still hurt me, to know that being lost was the end of his journey..

I threw my shovel down and it tore a hole. A cave if you will, so I crawled like a mole. I was on my knees and dusted by memory fragments. They were stuck to me like tiny magnets. Static could be heard, familiar voices too. There was a vision. A baby as she grew. She was my daughter..my light. I just knew.

On my knees, I held my hands to my chest. This empty void was only a test. As I stumbled to my feet I planted my new vision. I realized my daughter, my light..was my best decision.