From The Vault #3

I read The Fountainhead for the first time in early 2010. Revisited it a few days back. Even though this piece is not at all related to the theme of the book, but it definitely is one of those major moments that I could relate to. Perhaps many can relate to it. 

i stare at random stuff around
i don’t blink
i am not thinking a thing
salt water rolls down

if someone interrupts i get sick
i feel like breaking everything around.
i clench my teeth
and close my eyes
that moment is gone.....

but it comes again another day
i never release what i'm staring at
its abyss, its void
its the moment of peace
which cant be attained if i try.
it comes naturally
and that is when i feel nothing
no pain, no love, no bonds and no life
i wonder if that's how death feels like

P.S. Dug this out of my email drafts today while cleaning up. Corrected a few grammatical errors. Also, 'Salt water' was previously 'Tears' but thats not what I had meant so changed it.