Purposelessness

purposelessness - 'Simple' made a home here. Nothing comes in, goes out. All the basic needs are met: food, clothing, chemicals. And yet for all I have, there is an abyss of emptiness just below my surface. And on the precipice of this big empty: is my anger, and rage, and sorrow, and passion. All dancing like a fool under moonlight. Howling against the stars, until its voice goes horse.