Nothingness

There is a silence the echoes in the howl of the wind.
A silence that proves that even nothingness can be heard.
Echo loud and then, grow silent again.
There is no pride or emotion with the howl of the wind.

Is it not a problem to feel the same within?
To only be proud for pride's sake?
To feign emotion to placate?
What if the mask worn is to hide nothing at all?

What if the body has become an empty shell devoid of a soul?
A heart with no love in it pumps blood for no reason at all.
A body receives nourishment with no purpose; it lives for no life at all.
A mind seeks answers with no reason to question.

Nothingness, so bleak and yet so serene.
Inner peace lacking happiness is just another means of defeat.
I search for euphoria to begin an existence of bliss.
Euphoria, too powerful an emotion to permanently exist.