英语意识流。。。

The sky is dark.
There is nothing left.
Empty.
Hallow.
The rainstorm just raided the sky moments ago.
There wasn't a trace of it now.
Because it had left.
It washed away everything.
It took away everything that the sky had.
It is tricky to figure things out when the night is nothing but an empty mess.
The brain goes with the scene.
Empty.
But a mess.
How fascinating it is to be in that position.
When you realised that your head is a blank, but then you realised even though it is a blank, it's disorientated and disorganised.

When there is nothing to organise.
And after that thought, the mind is far from being empty.
It became a zoo of thoughts.
Compiled.
Compressed.
Contained.
But then released.
Pushed out again.
Flooded.
It's like a trade.
For that blank, you lost time.
But after you had that blank, you want more time to be in that blank.
Because that blank space helps you.
It helps you to not think about the things that you don't want to think about.
It means that you have a place.

A place that no one can disturb you.
And that blank space is spotless.
There's nothing there.
Nothing there until...
Clouds.
The sky is not empty anymore.
There are clouds.
The thoughts.
They are back, pulling you to reality.
The world.
It's a mess.
But if we empty the mess out...
It's still going to be a mess.
Even if you pull destruction on the world, it's still a mess.
The empty mess.
The mess that exists, but doesn't.
You can feel the thoughts crawling on to you.

You own the thoughts, but these thoughts are trying to control you.
They are there, in plain sight.
And yet they are so secretive.
Hiding, even though they are too obvious to hide.
They seem to preach about how they are going to take over you.
But once you enter the blank.
That blank.
You can leave the thoughts behind.
There is no layered texture in mind.
There shouldn't be any.
If there are too many layers, the sky would've already started to rain.
It isn't possible to calm down with a racing mind.

It just isn't.
So the blank space.
That blank space.
It's a release from stress.
From thoughts.
From fear.
From concern.
From the things you hate about the things you love.
They don't exist.
How elegant space is.
How puzzling it is, too.
There are no rules.
The world was never chivalrous.
The world was never generous.
Is there sincerity? No.
Nothing.
The world is already empty.
It doesn't need destruction.
It's already empty.

Chaotic but empty.
So what is there to say about it?
It's there.
A fact.
But a big one.
There is no throne for a ruler to sit.
There isn't one.
There is no rest.
No recess.
Everyone is dolls.
But there isn't anyone.
The dolls?
They don't exist.
Do you exist?
Thoughts.
Blank.
Is it waggish?
No.
You are over-thinking.
Thoughts.
Blank.
Contain them.
But they overflow.
There is no way to go back as you start to have thoughts.

The blank.
That blank.
It might have never existed after all.
The sky.
That sky.
It might just be imagined.
The interesting memories.
The interesting thoughts.
The interesting scene.
Is the sky truly empty?
The rainstorm.
Did it take everything?
More thoughts.
Is there a real blank space?