A glimpse of my POV — Point of Void

I’ve written a lot about the void—the ache, the absence, the silence. I think that most people might imagine such a void as dark and heavy—but the way I visualize it is anything but.

It’s colorful. It’s vast. It’s shifting.

The ache is there, but it’s not scary.

The absence is lonely, but it’s not alone.

The silence is loud, but it’s met with quiet echoes that soften its sharpness.

I built this space to feel the way my internal world often does—soft but rich, bright in places people don’t expect, with a gentleness that feels safe.

What does your void look like? Is it colorful like mine, or muted and mundane, like a thick fog rolling in? Or maybe your void feels more like outer space—dark and invasive.

However you see it, I hope you don’t mind joining me in mine—a void shaped by chronic misunderstanding.