the hole

Oh, to exist in a vacuum, where nothingness abides. No pain, no sorrow, no memory. A hole to fall into, never finding the bottom. Only the memory of the former short life fading into a blank facade of glorious forgetfulness. You would not need grief, because the memory of the short life, is soon forgotten as a busy life drags them on to something new and exciting. The soul lost in the vacuum only has to exist as long as the memory is fresh of their departure and finally when the last thought disappears, the soul can then fade away into nothingness sw though never there to begin with. Will my soul be as lucky? Will I be able to be cleansed from other memories so easily? Mourning only grieves for what the person could have been, not for who they truly were. Optimism bends in the wind like a reed allowing the blissful feelings to subside into a calm lake. Ripples not ever being made because the object being sent to the depths is not heavy enough to create waves of change. The nothing covers the last bit of the unremarkable soul as the energy from it is dispersed among those who have lead remarkable lives. Those who have changed lives, caused things to take a different path and result in beautiful harmony and melody, can continue to thrive because the energy needed for those endeavors is no longer being wasted on a mistake made by optimists who had a crooked perspective on how they could change the world by producing something that never fully bloomed and only used the energy around it to survive, a meaningless existance filled with pain, sorrow, disappointment, and bitter emotions because even from birth this soul never had a chance of making a real difference. The odds were stacked too highly in another soul's favor. But as the nothing envelops the soul who could not amount to more than precious energy wasted on a pointless endeavor, peace is finally achieved as the soul is dissolved into a pool of recyclable energy for a more productive and energetic soul's use, and dare I say, the other soul is greatful that finally it can be put to good use. As it is forgotten, the soul is finally at rest, greatful not to be using up any mote energy or space that was being squandered because of its existance. Peace and solitude at last.