this distant place inside me: so malign and so deep, so very hollow. no: void
i walk against the world, pushing off with every step only to be pulled back to earth. i cannot
escape? run away? my fear: that which i cannot see hear taste touch smell. examine confront delve confront learn confront face
these waves smash relentlessly against the rocks. pound pound pounding away making rock into the sand between my toes
this fear, if fear describes this coy self exploration, throws back on me.
i reach far down for the energy to defeat this senile delusion and all i find is the void, the emptiness, the cold guttural grey space
the void is in me consuming me eating me up carrying me away making me hollow 
i am consumed. it becomes peaceful here