Emptiness By Rupert11 Sinking, drowning, slowly drifting away from the world above. All of my connections to that place, my bonds, my relationships, broken, one-by-one. Despondency is the name of the disease, it eats away at all I once cared for. Cold, alone, isolated. I am here in form, but not in mind. My being, my essence has floated off to some distant planet, leaving behind a hollow vessel. - Michael