Describing the Emptiness

The silence was deafening. I could feel it intensify as it wrapped around the room and headed toward me like a train, ready not just to knock me down, but to completely obliterate me. I was intensely aware of the nothingness I had become and by which I was now surrounded. I no longer wished to deny myself this emptiness, so I embraced it, acknowledging the hole it left within me. I looked forward to the sadness that I knew was sure to come, as it would then at least be something that I could feel. But the sadness would not come, and I was left with only emptiness. An emptiness so familiar and unwelcoming. An emptiness... such emptiness... such emptiness within.