No Destination

"No Destination"

Every day 

I disappear from the world a little more,

    sinking back and away 

    into a desolate landscape.

Nothing of worth

stretching in every way,

    My eyes gaze upon    

the barren reds and pulpy purples

that spread

across the sky 

in every direction.

I start walking 

hoping 

some sort of destination 

manifests out

from this oily suffocation of silence.

This journey 

takes me 

deeper and deeper

further away from here,

    leaving me only 

as an echo of who I was

to walk among you,

    A shell of sugar thin smiles and indifference,

The destitute feeling of feeling nothing

feels more and more

appealing 

than being bound by my senses,

I have come to love 

these barren reds and pulpy purples,

No longer hoping

for anywhere to be.

Just wanting to dissolve

into the collective energy

of nothing.

-Armando Torres