How doth one climb an insurmountable mountain? Well, one must find equilibrium and live congruently with that which was once an opposite.
Such synthesis would prove crucial to the survival of such a desolate organism as myself, a heart that beats yet no sound is heard... That love is bequeathed but not cherished between us.
It is a porous through which the sea wind blows, a gate that is opened but always forgotten so as to be not closed.
Hollowness may itself be something, but something that has been lost... Offering nothing but the same uncertainty and worry that perpetuates this continuous state of death.