Why does it always have to be that something must be going on in my mind? In my heart? Why?
Why can’t I just be void so that nothing can hurt me and I hurt nothing? Why can’t numbness swathe me from all sides and up and down for no season can swing my moods? Why everything can’t turn grey and I cannot make out the blacks and the whites apart? Why? Why not?
Why can’t my heart be annulled for sensation? Why can’t my mind be the vacuum where thoughts find no place to land, or survive?
Why can’t I just be empty? For a day, may be?
Empty of the smiles, and of the tears. Empty of the courage, and also of the fears. Empty of the laughter and the frowns. Empty of the slavery and of the crowns.
Why can’t my soul be empty, empty even of emptiness, where nothing exists, nothing survives. For a day? For no reason? May be?